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Saturday, December 15, 2018
The missus was asleep when I took the mighty Dachshund out yesterday morning, so we had a 45 minute porch sit before she came and told me it was too cold for that. I’d put a bath towel over the pooch to be sure she stayed warm, but I figured that we’d had enough time anyway. So, like the obedient little husband that I am, I cheerfully obliged.
During that time, though, it looked like it could rain at any moment. It was fairly warm for this time of year. The clouds were thick and there appeared to be fog under them. A couple times, I heard jets above the clouds, but there was no chance of seeing them. Three crows kept flying around cawing about 250 yards away on the neighbor’s place. A blue-jay flitted around in woods below us giving a whistle that I don’t hear very often. Usually, they make a squawking noise.
I noticed that I wasn’t hearing the neighbor’s rooster. He’d been crowing 24 hours a day recently; maybe he was over-sexed. I say was, because as I thought about it, it had actually bee 3-4 days since I heard him last. Maybe he made an intimate acquaintance with dumplings due to his vocalizing. Then again, maybe it was a crowing hen. My great aunt loved to whistle, though her tunes were unknown and rather aimless. She’d quote the old saying, “A whistling girl and a crowing hen come to a bad end.” Then she’d give a hearty laugh.
Later in the day, the missus dozed off in front of the TV and I snuck the pooch out again for another pee and porch sit. It was raining by that time, but the clouds were much thinner and the fog was gone, so I actually saw a jet as it climbed for the clear space above the rain. I heard some nuthatches to go with the crows that time out.
It was still raining today, but was cooler. I tried loitering on the porch with the pooch a couple times after she dumped and drained, but the missus soon caught on and drug the poor dog back inside. Still, it was enjoyable while it lasted. Copyright 2018