Still August. Eastern
kingbirds and tree swallows and, gasp, shudder, starlings
are gathering into flocks. Not the same flocks. Each to
their own. Though I did see a mixed flock of redwinged
blackbirds and common grackles that contained a few
starlings. The flock landed on the Russian Parking Space
Blockers tree, which Pajama Woman thinks is diseased
because it's starting to shed a few leaves. Tree looks
fine to me. Besides the mixed blackbird flock it
contained a downy woodpecker, two blue jays, and a
mockingbird. And it's not that big a tree. Maybe the
birds are knocking the dry leaves off. No, it's just
August.
Still no more Nomar!
Waaaahhhhh! Red Sox infielders
are dropping like flies. Or like the leaves on the
aforementioned tree.
Still confused about sexual
dimorphism in the after life. I think I forgot that we'll
have bodies in the after life.
August means Yankee
Homecoming in Newburyport
and on my way to the cat shelter's fundraising committee
meeting I spotted a guy dressed as Lord
Timothy Dexter and another
guy dressed as Jonathan Plummer. No little dog though.
Couldn't tell if he was scattering punctuation marks to
"solt and pepper to taste". The fundraising meeting took
place outdoors in the rain (we huddled under the bank's
awning) because the chairperson thought another person
was going to pick up the key. Oh well, it made the
meeting short. And it isn't every day you see Timothy
Dexter and Jonathan Plummer on State Street. I looked for
them on High Street near the Dexter house after the
meeting and the thunderstorm ended, but didn't see them
again.
At least Curt Schilling is giving
the bullpen a rest.
P.S. A quick Google finds
the
Dexter/Plummer impersonators.
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Today's
Reading
Seabirds: their
biology and ecology by Bryan Nelson, Birds in the
Bush by Bradford Torrey
This
Year's Reading
2004
Booklist
Today's
Starting Pitcher
Curt
Schilling
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