Walking
West along the ditch bank.
6:30: Bacon frying on Laguna Boulevard.
The big flashy bird dives low over my head.
Maybe those tufts of white hair sticking out of a lime-dyed Icelandic head wrap is a snack, he says to himself. A white mouse in a nest of spring green grass.
Sorry bird, it’s just me.
A cyclist says ‘passing on your left’ as he passes on my left.
East along the bike path.
Posted on April 23, 2013, in Living LIFE. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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you just gave me a jolt! Seeing how dry the ditch bank looks is kind of shocking. We are having a wet Spring. the bike patch certainly looks like a great path to walk. I suggest you put a cat on top of your head…this will scare off the birds. I happen to have an excess of cats at my house..feral…how many would you like?
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