April
Fools Day, the day for silly jokes. Like Indiana legislators, or my birth 61
years ago. One of those practical jokes turned out OK. At least I wouldn’t try
to change the value of Pi. Or pass hate legislation.
Weather-wise,
today was the nicest day of the year to date. To celebrate we did a quick
noontime birding trip to a local lake. Not the best time to go, but I got wood
duck, ring-necked duck, pied-billed grebe, horned grebe, and tree swallow. Both
Lise and I got American wigeon. That brings me up to 100 and Lise to 111 species
for the year.
The
weather was nice enough to let Her Highness outside for a couple hours too. She
mostly basked in the sun, but then she found her usual digging place and
started her annual burrowing routine. This is nice because we can put her
outside for a couple hours and she won’t wander. She’ll just content herself
trying to get to China.
Queen of all she surveys.
Unfortunately,
there was a dark side to the day too. Fat Boy, that furry tsunami of fat called
a ground hog, has arisen from his slumber. Like a zombie coming back from the
dead. And he’s hungry. This, my friend, is no joke. It’s is a dark day for
gardeners everywhere. Sure he looks cute, but you can kiss any home grown
produce goodbye. I wonder what size block of scrapple I could turn him into.
He has risen.
Boy am I hungry.
Whatcha got to eat over there Ed?
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 