Momma Killdeer

 Just standing around in the field. As I approach, she starts to walk away, then suddenly falls to the ground with a broken wing(or leg)(or both). I look the other direction and find the little furry ping pong balls on stilts.     I snap a few pictures while Mom’s injuries get more severe. An easy victim, she lures me off the other direction.  The little ones are safe. Mom feigns injury.  I feign being fooled.  

Greek Mythology

 Gods, Goddesses.  Chariots in the sky.  Tridents under water.  Charming stuff.  Now.  But do we think the Greeks of that time referred to their stories as myths?  Those Greek myths were their religion.  That’s how they understood their place in the world around them.  Those stories were as real to the ancient Greeks as our bible stories are to us today. We’re a religious lot, we human beings.  We always have religious explanations for things we otherwise don’t understand.  We must just be programmed that way.  I have to wonder though, how will the future treat today’s religious beliefs?  Not in a few years or a hundred years, but on a grander scale.  Maybe in a thousand years, or several thousand years.  Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhists; will todays religions be as charming and irrelevant to the future as Greek Mythology is to us now?  

Happy News!

 We’re going to be grandparents again!  Congratulations Matt and Lindsay. Here is the first photo (ultrasound): We’re led to believe the part left of center is her head.  We’re all pretty sure it’s a girl.  Delivery date November 23rd.  Looks like we’ll be in Colorado for a birthday and Thanksgiving this year. 

The view.

 …wasn’t all bad.  Look at what a great bird blind we had the next morning.  We got pigeons, starlings, and mourning doves… Meanwhile,Earl the Pearl (my kidney stone) pretty much kicked my ass Sunday evening and all day Monday.  Then he suddenly went silent.  We don’t know what he’s up to or even where he is, but we took advantage of the respite to travel yesterday and today.  Now we’re in Junction Texas, just one day away from home.  We’ve got an appointment with a urologist next week.  Maybe he can figure out what Earl is thinking.