What IS that noise? I hear two dogs, panting loudly. Without looking, I feel eyes on me, like that strange feeling you get when someone is staring at you. I finally get up, to their delight and give them their “good morning” pets. No sense in trying to sleep in on a Saturday morning.
Once I’ve thrown on some clothes, the two chow hounds are jumping for joy, literally. Off to the kitchen we go, and I marvel at their ability to move that quickly in the morning.
First things first, I turn on the coffee maker then dish up the kibble. Like children on Christmas morning, every day, they are so excited and can barely wait for breakfast. Once they’re fed, turned out, and lured back in, they go back to sleep. What a life!
Now, it’s my time. With coffee and tablet in hand, I sit on the patio, enjoying the quiet before dawn and sipping my life-force coffee. Ahh, so nice. I check out the weather “predictions”, emails (ads and job offers), and my Fitbit stats (yes, I still have a heartbeat). Truthfully, if I wanted to check out the weather, I could have checked my Magic 8 Ball, just as well. The meteorologists predict no rain today, which means no rain until it starts raining. (Like UV rays are low, until the sun comes up)
As the twilight recedes and the sun starts peaking over the trees, the birds start queuing up to visit the bird feeder. They sit on the fence and look to the left, then to the right, trying to see if the coast is clear. They’re looking for the Mob Boss (MB), aka Mockingbird, who terrorizes our little piece of paradise. This morning there was a male Cardinal, a Red-headed Woodpecker, and a Blue Jay, all sitting on the fence waiting. The Blue Jay decided to brave the onslaught when out of nowhere the Mob Boss came swooping down out of our tree, like an F-16 with wings back in a nosedive.
I feel sorry for the squirrels; MB has a thing for them. I’ve watched him attack them unmercifully as they are in a dead run along the top of the fence, trying to make it to home base (the tree). I wish them luck if they can even make it to bird feeder.
bitches squawks constantly and loudly to make his presence known and alert everyone that they are in his territory. The Red Shouldered Hawks pay him no mind and will sit on the fence while MB squawks continuously until they get tired of listening to him and move along.
Now that the sun is up and MB has successfully driven me inside with his incessant noise, I step over the sleeping dogs, and refill my coffee. Now, I’m working on a strategy to ignore dust, laundry, and dog hair.