Virtue is its own reward
Jul. 7th, 2004 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Decided to do the bike ride this evening rather than tomorrow, due to a chancy forecast. (Yes, I _do_ remember cursing the false weather prophets and their goat entrails, but even a broke clock is right twice a day. A metaphor that will soon lose all meaning, with digital timepieces everywhere....)
Anyway, out by the airport in the same place I saw that melanistic woodchuck a few days back, I came upon a crow poking at something on the pavement. Except that, when I got closer, that shadow against the evening sun turned into a Cooper's Hawk that got into a huff and flew off with his dinner. _Then_ I realized that what I had taken for poplar fuzz blowing across the pavement was actually down plucked from the mourning dove corpse.
My wife pronounced the death of one mourning dove to be a good start. They coo a _lot_, early in the morning, right outside our windows.
And the spellcheck doesn't believe in "melanistic."
14.9 miles, 59:10
Anyway, out by the airport in the same place I saw that melanistic woodchuck a few days back, I came upon a crow poking at something on the pavement. Except that, when I got closer, that shadow against the evening sun turned into a Cooper's Hawk that got into a huff and flew off with his dinner. _Then_ I realized that what I had taken for poplar fuzz blowing across the pavement was actually down plucked from the mourning dove corpse.
My wife pronounced the death of one mourning dove to be a good start. They coo a _lot_, early in the morning, right outside our windows.
And the spellcheck doesn't believe in "melanistic."
14.9 miles, 59:10
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Date: 2004-08-03 06:08 pm (UTC)Goose has been hearing quite a bit about leaving her bicycle out in the rain. :-p I put my bicycle in the shed next to