At least once a week a flock of blackbirds descends upon the house. It's insane! I heard them coming today. Probably 40 or 50 of them. They're in the trees, on the roof, walking around the yard, swooping by my window . . . and they are pissed! Not a good thing for anyone into Hitchcock. Squawking, fighting amongst themselves. I stood in the window and watched them for about 10 minutes. It's crazy the way they attack each other. There was one on the pavement right below my window. He seemed to be sneaking along, trying not draw any attention to himself, bobbing his head almost like a pigeon when he walked, pretending to be cool. A gust of wind ripped into the ground close to him and stirred up some dead leaves . . . scaring the shit out him. He jumped and screamed like a child. Funny stuff. While I was watching a chipmunk ran by. Lots of critters here.
BRIGHT IDEA! Do they come on garbage day every week? Hmmm. Something to think about.
Must run. Thunderstorm moving in and all the windows are open.
Mood: wired . . . as evidenced by the amount of posting done already today and it's not even noon yet
Drinking: coffee, dark like the day
Listening To: Billy Joel, You May Be Right
Hair: dreaming of platinum blonde, choppy layers, straightened
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