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April 4, 1998
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The starling population of the condo parking lot has quadrupled overnight and they are all singing up a storm. An occasional robin throws in a note that just doesn't harmonize with the constant trilling of the starlings. They rise up in a cloud just like that Hitchcock movie. It's an amazing and frightening sight. Not only is the weather back to normal but the Red Sox are back to normal too. They got pounded by the Seattle Mariners last night. It was tied at 1 all when I shut the radio off last night so lots happened while I was sleeping. I went over to Priscilla's house after lunch and she, Joan-east, Rita, and I walked from there to her old house to cut some pussy willow branches. It's about a half hour walk each way and we spent about 10-15 minutes getting the pussy willows so it was well after 2:00PM when we got back. Spring is in full explosion. The pollen count is so high my nose closed up 2 minutes into the walk and my eyes watered the whole time. Priscilla's old house is uninhabited right now. She and Harold sold it to a developer who is building luxury homes on all the adjacent properties and he had been bugging/pressuring them to sell for years. They finally gave in when they needed a more wheelchair accessible house after Harold's stroke. Anyway, the developer has had it for a couple of years now and still has not torn it down or rented it out or whatever he is going to do. Right after they first moved we walked over to harvest the rhubarb spring. Someone has already dug up the irises and some of the other plants. Don't know if it was the developer or some random person. So, got the few pussy willow branches that hadn't opened and spewed out pollen yet but so many were open that I got big yellow streaks of pollen on my black jeans. Later on, I picked up Nancy at the bus station and we came back to my condo for supper. She brought me a book about penguins by Roger Tory Peterson. It has gorgeous photos and drawings and lots of information and anecdotes about RTP's adventures with the penguins. RTP was lucky enough to see all 17 species of them in his lifetime. So far, I have only seen one penguin species in the wild and two or three in the aquarium. We spent a long time poring over the new book, which is a present for my rapidly approaching 47th birthday. | |
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