Monday I sat in one of the chairs in our back patio. Juvenile Northern Mockingbirds cried out to their parents for feeding. As I sat in the fading light, a male Ruby-Throated Hummingbird hovered in mid-air, not five feet from my face. Then it zipped off.
I bought an issue of Linux Voice at Barnes & Noble. I had to wait five minutes for a fellow a good bit older than I am to tell long anecdotes to the 20something cashier after he made his purchase. Later, she apologized, but said she could not figure out a polite way to shuffle him off to Buffalo. I agreed with her--there was no need to be impolite.
I dined on a TKY sandwich, baked chips, and vegetable soup from Potbelly. I drove to Breckinridge Park, to see the Barn Swallows in the rain.Tonight in Green Park I saw a fledgling Northern Mockingbird working on trying to fly. I gave it a pretty wide berth, but as I walked away, I turned and saw an adult bird coming at me in proverbial "dive bomber" posture. I continued to walk away, feigning ignorance. I fell asleep during the Olympics. My wife watched episodes of "Homeland" and stayed up late.