Let's talk about the great outdoors. Usually I hear morning doves, "Coo, coo, coo". Sometimes I hear "Po-ta-to-chip" from the little goldfinches, and of course, sparrows who "Cheep" and "Chirrup", but this morning, I don't know what kind it was, but one little bird must've recently been outside the window of Bill Clinton 'cause he was trilling "Cheater, cheater, cheater"!
The dandelions have blossomed into airy little fuzz balls! They're waving in the wind, thumbing their noses at me because they know we can't mow them down. All this rain has left behind puddles and enough wet grass to test the metal of any man's mower!
(We won't talk about the feelings of our neighbors who've spent good time and money on lawn care weedkiller!) Our dandelions are so proliferous, they're secretly delighted to have found the land of Canaan!
Last night I spied a small gray frog called a spring peeper. Again, nothing to do with the Clintons.
We have spring peepers frequently here, and they're very clingy. They cling to the rungs of our red outdoor bistro chairs, they cling to the cedar siding walls behind the porch decos, and they cling to the trunks of the maple tree.
This one was scaring me, though. He wasn't the least bit perturbed hanging there, but I was afraid he was gonna get smashed clinging to the sliding glass door. For sure he'd jump away if I pecked loudly on the glass. Nope. Sure didn't want to mash him against the other passing pane. Gave the door a hearty push to see if he'd willingly jump off. Nope. You know, Daisy Dog always comes to investigate whenever you open that door. She was curiously watching when spring peeper finally did jump. Something wetter and colder than him nudged him off, a sniffing snout!
He got cold nosed!
Back to the great outdoors...
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