Sunday, December 17, 2006
My brain is so preoccupied with grading papers, exams, my own continuing education, and Christmas shopping that I am forced to post my sneakers.
Sneakers ... that reminds me, last night when I went to bring in the baby turtles, there was a rustling in the bushes.
It turned out to be an armadillo, so I called Fearless Feather off her warm porch pillow nest, and we sneakered up on the 'dillo.
It took off and usually that's the end of the chase, but this one decided to hide under my dead truck (I heard that! Am not a redneck!are so! am not! are ...).
This increased the catchnicity probability by a factor of ten, so Feather and I surrounded the old GMC. The 'dillo moved from side to side as Feather and I revolved around the truck. The dillo was actually panting harder than me or Feather. This was a point of pride between Feather and I, as she is almost 77 and I am 336 years old.
At one point, Feather spooked it towards me, and for a moment I had it by the tail. The thought passed through my mind (they often do this and usually just keep on going) that it was going to be really hard to get the camera out of the case with one hand while holding a kicking 'dillo with the other, but the 'dillo took care of that little challenge by digging in and pulling free.
It bounded off into the woods with Feather following, and Flounder wondering what all the commotion was about. He was late to the party as usual.
With all the 'dillo chasing excitement, I forgot to bring in the baby turtles, so I had to go back out a little later, but that was a pretty routine trip.
Now, I must get back to work on this beautiful Sunday morning.
Barbequed chicken, slow cooked over oak.
Herbed potato wedges
Ice Tea (unsweetened of course)
Posted by R.Powers at 9:58 AM