In a continual battle for supremacy, the city’s contracted Inliner and ourselves, this morning, the flakes returned. I wonder what they’re really doing. It certainly isn’t doing it right the first, second, third, or fourth time.
Thomas was feeling a little better, having missed golf on Tuesday due to weather, it pained him to miss more. He played 9 holes on Wednesday, but rarely plays more than twice a week. He got tee times and played this morning. He had to ask the fools to move their trucks blocking the drive and then negotiate around a poorly placed car.
Meanwhile, Marcus was working and took note of a few things: the car parked wrong on the street was that of a supervisor who spent her time in the car the entire couple hours they were here. You may recall my complaining about them before. Anyway, if a supervisor doesn’t know how to park or realize that the car on the opposite side of large trucks makes passing difficult/impossible, that person shouldn’t have that job or responsibility. Also… why on trash day? All the time they appear on trash day with large trucks that block streets. What fools!
Yesterday I saw a hawk or falcon. It didn’t stay long, so I'm not sure. It grabbed a bird – smaller one, and the other flew away toward the predator – likely too scared and slow to know what happened. It took its prey to a tree to eat it there. I feed the birds and the birds feed the birds. Also, the circle is more complicated … the birds sloppily spill food, feeding the squirrels and the chipmunks.
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