Gloomy

Gray skies, green globs marching across the weather radar.  This does not bode well for a bicycle ride.  The world should be better organized than this.

At least I did not notice any crow cacophony this morning.  Maybe they had somebody else that needed annoying.  Or maybe that poisoned corn worked...

Sunday roadkill report/you can hear the whistle blow 500 miles

One squished porcupine over on the Griffin Road, one splattered woodchuck on the Burleigh Road.  Which are actually the same road, since Mainers see nothing wrong with the same road having different names at each end.  Just confuses people From Away, who shouldn't be clogging up our roads anyhow.  (Used to be worse, the same asphalt was called Strickland Road in the middle section, but that started to confuse Natives and had to go...)

Roads dried off enough to tempt me out on the bike, but I lacked sufficient trust in the Bitch Gods that rule our weather to go out 20 miles from home and dry.  Just went across town to the airport, over hill and dale and around the barn.  This brings me over 500 miles for the year, rather behind where I'd like to be, but that's life.  If you don't like it, consider the alternative.

Buncha ducks in the stream downtown, more in the marshy area at the airport.  Looked like all mallards, but I didn't stop to check.

15.03 miles, 1:05:50

Plusses and minuses

Local ads can prove problematic (besides the amateur nature of videos produced this far back in the woods, that is).  There's this ad I've encountered, testimonials to a business that I _might_ be inclined to respect otherwise.  But I happen to have known one of the individuals testifying, and remember him as a total asshole...

You win some, you lose some.