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I was surprised by a guerrilla attack courtesy of Guylaine last night. She brought along her fiancé. Say what? Where the heck did he come from? Turkey, apparently. His name is Mahmet, and Guylaine met him in May. They're getting hitched in about two years.
My kayaking trip yesterday was leisurely eventful. I packed a picnic lunch, and while I drifted in the shade of the trees, I ate blueberries and cold chicken. And while I was gnawing away at my lunch,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pretentia and seraph_x paddled over. Fancy meeting them there!
Butpretentia had to go to work, so they didn't dally. So I headed off down the Nashwaak River by myself, stopping to stare at a bloated, catfish-looking thing which had been partially disembowelled by a small crow. And then I kept going up the river, startled by the loud report of an enormous silvery fish doing bellyflops.
Not much further ahead, I heard another loud splash. This time, it was a beaver showing his displeasure. I hadn't realized there were beavers in that part of the river. I stayed and watched him for a while, and I made a short video of him waddling up the riverbank, and then back down into the water again. National Geographic, eat your heart out. I am the new great wildlife photographer. Well, I might be if I had better zoom.
I also watched an otter and a family of ducks swimming around, as well as numerous dragonflies darting around me like pixies crossed with jewelled helicopters.
I walked to work this morning at 7:30. Traffic was practically nonexistant, and my ears were filled with birdsong. Hidden doves sang like owls playing the flute sweet and low. Grackles ground out their ratcheting cries to their youngsters, then stuffed their gaping beaks with wriggling bugs. Paranoid robins fled from me, chirping in dismay, and crows flew by with the sound of rustling silk.
Now that I'm at work, all I hear is the sound of customer service. It just doesn't sound so musical to me.
My kayaking trip yesterday was leisurely eventful. I packed a picnic lunch, and while I drifted in the shade of the trees, I ate blueberries and cold chicken. And while I was gnawing away at my lunch,
pretentia and seraph_x paddled over. Fancy meeting them there!But
pretentia had to go to work, so they didn't dally. So I headed off down the Nashwaak River by myself, stopping to stare at a bloated, catfish-looking thing which had been partially disembowelled by a small crow. And then I kept going up the river, startled by the loud report of an enormous silvery fish doing bellyflops.Not much further ahead, I heard another loud splash. This time, it was a beaver showing his displeasure. I hadn't realized there were beavers in that part of the river. I stayed and watched him for a while, and I made a short video of him waddling up the riverbank, and then back down into the water again. National Geographic, eat your heart out. I am the new great wildlife photographer. Well, I might be if I had better zoom.
I also watched an otter and a family of ducks swimming around, as well as numerous dragonflies darting around me like pixies crossed with jewelled helicopters.
I walked to work this morning at 7:30. Traffic was practically nonexistant, and my ears were filled with birdsong. Hidden doves sang like owls playing the flute sweet and low. Grackles ground out their ratcheting cries to their youngsters, then stuffed their gaping beaks with wriggling bugs. Paranoid robins fled from me, chirping in dismay, and crows flew by with the sound of rustling silk.
Now that I'm at work, all I hear is the sound of customer service. It just doesn't sound so musical to me.
