It was a really nice day today. I wish that I would have finished the remaining yard work, but I was too busy with grocery shopping and tennis playing. This may be the last of the Jack O'Lantern photos. They're starting to look peaked. Sagging and down at the mouth.
28: can you think of anything more boring than birdwatching?
Yes, I can. Watching paint dry. Watching the same lame commercial over and over. Setting pins in one of those 1950's bowling alleys. Raking the leaves from the same lawn more than once a season. Waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse.
Actually bird watching is pretty interesting, and most birds lead a pretty complex and interesting life. I've been watching birds in various seasons and in various locations for quite a while and I actually recommend it as an enjoyable pastime. Just a few days ago there was a hawk sitting on my back fence eying the squirrels and small birds. I ran to get my camera, but just before I took the photo from inside the house, it flew off. I got nothing but a blur. It's the first hawk I've seen this close to home, but I think they've discovered the plethora of protein they can find in squirrels, rabbits and smaller birds in St Paul's urban environment.
See. Just a blur.
Oh yeah. The afternoon tennis session went pretty well: 6-3, 5-7. And I'm knackered again. GOINFS.