There is a nest in this big bush/tree I have next to my patio. It's the first time for a nest there, so I was pretty excited. I peeked into it a couple of days ago and saw nothing but today I noticed someone flying out of it (a robin I thought) and I peeked again and there are a couple of eggs there! They look like robin eggs, but just to double check I did a little internet research and happened to find out that the sweet little bird from the other day was a gray catbird. How can you not love a bird named catbird? That would be like naming my personal offspring sharkhuman, or naming your pet koi raccoonfish, or naming your pet deer vehicledeer, because really, does a deer have a worse enemy than a vehicle? Don't think so.
I don't know what kind of power that little gray catbird had on me, but I can't get it out of my mind. I buried it, and then I noticed that something dug a little hole right over where the gray catbird found (or rather where I assigned) it's eternal resting place and I panicked, but then I noticed lots of little holes, and just figured that some squirrels are looking for their winter stash. If I was Sally Mann I'd dig up my small critter graveyard in 18 months and photograph the bones. Something to think about! I smile just imagining what the next owners are going to think if they ever decide to overhaul the landscaping. Bwah ha ha ha!!!
My photo friend Mae (who I love love love because she is the best road kill spotter and reporter ever!) Shot me a text this afternoon that she had made a bird spotting. I immediately jumped into the truck and headed over to find a PIGEON! I was so excited. And not only was it a pigeon, but it was a pigeon with bands on it's legs. Now I'm going to have to make some phone calls in the morning and find out what to do about a pigeon that possibly belongs to someone. Poor guy has a broken neck and a head injury. I'm hoping he's a New Yorker too so we can have that in common.
Evan had an interesting reaction to me announcing my intentions to apply to Y@le grad school. He pretty much said "Who is going to take care of me?" but not in a worried way, more in a "You have a job to do and you should be doing it, now go make me a sandwich" way and that makes me want to go to any school (but especially Y@le because Y@le is the best!) just to make him more self reliant and less of a pig. It's amazing to me how much the kid takes after his father. (Just Kidding!) (kinda) (maybe)
Anyways ..... No news from the three time visiting house hunter yet. The realtor thinks that he is going to make a bid. He came back today for the third time and brought his father with him. Apparently his father is his realtor, which is interesting since his father did not accompany him on the first two visits. The house hunter told my realtor that he thought the house is over priced. Don't they always say that though? I hate this price negotiating game like you can't believe. The problem is that there is no comp for my house. Everyone else with a house like mine sells to a builder and then there is a tear down and a brand new house. We did a major renovation. Our house is as big as the new houses, it just has a 50 something year old basement. But I'll tell ya something, around here every other time a builder rebuilds he changes the grading of the lot and the basements end up with water in them, so if the guy is smart, he will choose the proven leak free basement that was built in a time when quality mattered as opposed to the cheap crap they are slapping up these days. Think I'm all hot bothered about this? Oh yes I am.
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