Autumn is in the air in Los Angeles. Crisp air, leaves blowing. The temperature has dropped to a chilly 60, but with the wind chill, it feels like 55. Time to break out the blanket and maybe close some of the windows. Maybe I should put the shorts away and pull out some long pants. Nah. It’s LA, we’ll have the AC on tomorrow.
Category: Thoughts
Bird-brained…
You’d think after five months that my bird alarm would either have a sore beak or realize that the birdie-in-the-mirror isn’t going anywhere? My little bird continued to wake me at dawn by tapping away at his reflection in the floodlight outside my bedroom window…until last Saturday. I wrapped the top of the bulb in black tape to remove any reflective surface. Then I sat back and waited. He returned as expected and landed on the bulb. He looked where his adversary had been and only saw black tape. Damn if he didn’t spend the next half hour trying to rip up the tape! Luckily for me: tape – 1, bird- 0. Now, if I could do something about that damn nocturnal mockingbird!
And you thought people were single-minded…
There is a bird that wakes me every day. I wish it was a melodic call that eased me from my slumber, but no such luck. It is the incessant tapping of beak on glass as this bird attacks its reflection in the mirrored side of the floodlamps hanging outside my bedroom window. I’m not sure what makes this little sparrow so territorial that it can’t stand to share my ledge with its doppelganger.
After the party…
The last shrimp. If no one’s looking, I’ll eat it. But wait, someone else has spotted it and is moving in. Will they be too polite to eat the last one? “Oh, is that the last one? Were you going to have it?” Feign disinterest. “Oh, I guess not…go ahead, you have it.” “No, I couldn’t!” Pause for a nanosecond. Grab it with a slosh through the cocktail sauce. Yum. “Thanks!”