A third of the year gone already
Wow, we're at the end of April already, still waiting for warm spring weather here, even though flowers are starting to bloom. (I snapped these pics on the way home yesterday, they're not my flowers.) A third of the year is gone in a blink! I have a funny *headdesk* story to share from Friday. So I left the house at 6:35 AM, in a rush as usual. It was dreary and grey outside, and I could hear a distressed sound, perhaps that of a baby squirrel or bird or some such, crying pitiably and ceaselessly. I couldn't see where it was coming from, but finally looked up at my bedroom window and could see what appeared to be something stuck under the eaves, in the serrated metal. I really couldn't make out what it was; it was too far away and too dim, given that I need, but don't have, glasses. This stumped and stunned me; in my 19 years in the house, nothing ever has been stuck there. What could possibly get stuck there? Bat? Bird? Baby squirrel? It seemed...