At the gas station the other day the guy across from me was filling a plastic gas can. A friend of his hailed him and asked what was up. "I ran out of gas." was his reply. "Do you need a lift?" the friend asked. "No, there's my truck right there." and pointed to a pick up in the driveway with its rear end just sticking out into the street. Seems he could have pushed it that far.
I got a Certificate of Appreciation from Reading For The Blind organization recently. It seems that my participation with that group now totals more than 250 hours. Wow. At 2 hours a pop that's 125 sessions. That's also about 5000 pages read.
I have two words: Cowboys, December, sigh. No, that last is not one of the words. It's me sighing in disgust once again.
I stepped out to get the mail the other afternoon and found this bad boy sitting on a branch over the driveway. He (or she) was pretty calm as I went back for the camera and even when I walked (nervously) under the limb to get the mail. This is a Red Shouldered Hawk - not a rare bird, but not often seen this far west. It is a big bird, measuring a little better than a foot from the branch to the top of the head. I can't exactly add it to my list of birds at the feeder. Maybe it should go down as birds feeding on birds at the feeder.
Your picture of the Hawk is better than the ones on the iBird Explorer App.
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