April 20th, 2016

abstract butterfly

bark thunder!

The storm got intense at 2:30 a.m. Beatrice ran, barking, into the back yard. She suffers fools gladly, but has no patience for thunder. She wastes no rage on the dying of the light, but she has nothing but stirring words for lightning.

The mid-week came on busy, and the rest of the slide into the weekend shows no sign of abating. After work, I picked up turkey for us from Boston Market. I walked Beatrice. By Glendover Pond an unfamiliar sandpiper was at the water's edge.It might have been a Spotted Sandpiper, but I was not sure. Tonight I watched part of a Nature episode about beavers.