Letters to WYA 13

Good Morning Sunshine!

I’ve been gone so long I got logged out of this place! How rude. Just a lazy-ass streak, and there’s nothing new about that. So let’s reconnect and carry on, shall we?

I am currently immersed in glorious me time since W drove off across the country to his northern Ontario Island. He got there on the first of June and has already started with long texts and phone calls to me, not because he misses me (although maybe he does a bit, who knows why) but because he is an incredibly social person who hates being alone, loves to talk, extroverted in the extreme. Exhausting, in other words. We are very different. Time apart is very good for us. Especially me.

I have befriended a big black crow who is surprisingly silent. At least I’ve never heard him say anything. If he does start talking to me I will get on some meds right away I promise. I put out some walnuts, peanuts and black currants for him every couple of days and we are now quite comfortable with each other. There is another crow that sits in the nearby trees or on our fence and squawks his little brains out but never comes close when I’m outside. Zen crow swoops down onto the upper back lawn while I sit in my lawn chair drinking coffee, hops over to the steps and down to the driveway and over to the food. He eats some stuff, has a drink of water, and then stuffs his beak full of as many walnuts as he can carry and takes off to stash them somewhere. Or share them with his noisy friends. I don’t know what he does next. Then he comes back and repeats the process, more or less. Inserting this video was a mind boggling process which I may never repeat exactly either.

I’m still not convinced it’s going to work, so here’s a picture of Zen crow as well.

And now I am all crowed out for today. Except to tell you he doesn’t really like the peanuts and often leaves them for the squirrel and the magpies to fight over.

Only a couple more lengthening days to come before they start getting shorter again! All this daylight is lovely. I stay up way too late and get up much too early. And I eat whatever damned thing I want. Like guacamole on veggie burgers. And cut the grass whenever I feel like it and NOT the way I have been instructed ad nauseam by the wandering lawn ranger who would not be impressed if he knew. Whatever disastrous thing it looks like when he returns I will just blame on the weather.

Hope you are enjoying the long lazy days of summer and that all is well. Peace and love WYA.