Between episodes of “Attack of the Booger Monster” it’s been National Fuckin’ Geographical lately around El Rancho Pendejo.
Yesterday afternoon I was slouched in the office, trying feebly to generate some paying copy with a skull full of Claritin-D 12 Hour, when I heard a bass thump! in the living room and assumed another dipshit dove had augured into the picture window by the cat tower.
Well, close. A falcon had chased a dove into the window and was sitting on the lawn, plucking the dumb sonofabitch like a harp, while the cats watched with professional curiosity. No photo of the raptor at work, alas; I went for a camera but he took off with his dinner before I could make a Kodak moment of it.
Then last evening I took a few snaps of the post-eclipse supermoon, having intercoursed the penguin the night before (check those ISO/f-stop settings, kids). We had a few shooting stars to keep Luna company when it was all red in the face, too. Quite the night.
Today I felt capable of a short bike ride for professional purposes — the reviews don’t slow down just ’cause I do — and afterward I treated myself to a second dose of green chile stew. I’m hoping it succeeds where the Irish penicillin failed. It’s a rare bug indeed that can withstand the one-two punch of chicken noodle soup and green chile stew.
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Good evening Sir! Glad you are feeling better. We had a sharp shinned hawk dine on dove on our front patio table. What a mess, especially the feathers.
Stout is what you need now, and plenty of it. It will administer the proper “coup de grace” to the booger monster bastard. I recommend Young’s Double Chocolate stout as the weapon. Sandy swears it will cure almost any ailment.
Hope you’re feeling better and better, Patrick.
A neighbor’s cat likes to capture and eat chipmunks – in my backyard. Neighbor’s on either side of me have dogs so I end up hosting the predator. My cat doesn’t go outside but she does get riled up when cats pass through.