They're repaving our road, so I came the loong way home. Cunningly, I chose a road that was blocked by housing construction, and had to detour through the new streets surrounding piles of dirt and weeds. When the huge belly dumper and roller got out of the way, I was just about to pull back onto the main road. But a little flurry caught my eye just ahead.
A mother duck was walking her brood of six chicks from the construction site, down across the road to the creek. What she didn't see was that a red-tailed hawk was stooping on her/them. What the red-tail didn't see was that two blackbirds were dive-bombing him/her. What the blackbirds didn't see was the car coming from the opposite direction.
I flashed my lights. The car stopped. One of the blackbirds whacked the hawk. The hawk flew off. The blackbirds went on about their business. The duck family continued waddling across the road and disappeared into the grass. The people in the other car stopped when they came abreast of me and said, "What do you think of that?"
I think it was good luck they were paving our road. Well, not for the hawk.
Things I think about - as jumbled and unrelated as the contents of my garden cart at the end of a nice long day outside: lots of weeds, an empty coffee cup, some prunings, an interesting looking plantlet and a few handy tools.
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