Take it easy there sloth, although I imagine you know exactly how to take it easy there. But even as you move yourself into stillness, in easy pose, in ease, please take care and don’t worry. You are amazing and work hard even if it feels like you’re getting no where. Some days, you must take it easy. Rest. And try and again tomorrow. Your efforts do not go unnoticed.
So today at work as I was just putting some cardboard in the baler, I turned around to see a hawk fly onto a pallet jack! I got a picture of it, but we sort of stared at each other for a minute before he started to fly up into the ceiling. Here is my rendition of him.
Of course, since I have been obsessed with drawing birds this month, to be visited unexpectedly (even if it was unintentional Birdo) by one has got me so thrilled!! I am sure there is some good omen to it right? I’m not sure, but obviously he was looking for mice (or kittens) outside the dumpster and wandered in the vents in the ceiling.
But it still is cool. I hope the Hawk Buddy got out safely. Unless I come in tonight and he’s terrorizing the night crew. Aaaahhhh!!! Or even better Sounds of Hawk Shrieks everywhere!!
He even made a small shriek sound in the rafters.
Not sure when I transitioned to sloths, but here we are. Slothing it up.
Hi.
Moving slow, it’s Monday morning, as sloths do.
I don’t think he needs any explanation, his name says everything. How he got the cloud on his head, well, that deserves some attention. And maybe he’ll explain it another day. It’s clearing up though. Perhaps we’ll see his shining face tomorrow?
You know I must invent new words.
Curious cats, and free standing tubas. Why not. Perhaps it’s time we admired both. Well, we know cats get admired a lot. But do tubas do? If you place them simultaneously together perhaps people will notice. Place a cat inside a tuba and it’s AAAwww!
Tell me a story about a tuba and a cat and I will listen? Tell me about a tuba playing cat and I will dance!
There you have it. The juxtaposition we’ve all been needing today and from now on. Sundays are meant for blowing your own horn and cats can too!
From the Foxtrot Album.
For some reason it’s Foxy Friday and Supper’s Ready is stuck in my head, that part where he sings ” something tells me I better activate my prayer capsule!”
And do I have time this morning to listen to a 23 minute song? On foxy Friday I do. And I’m not even saying that it’s look foxy today, it’s be a fox, if you will. Sly and sneaky, like sneak a 23 minute song in your morning routine is what I mean. Or quietly whisper something strange and meaningless to someone then run away! Yeah! That kind of foxy. Playful and with no worries, for once!!!
I’ll probably delete this later. Happy foxy Friday everyone. Rock out or throw a rock, or something.
Remember to feed your winter Weirdo Birdos. They are especially vulnerable this time of year, and likely if you have a shelter for them even the better. So they can nibble and wiggle and jingle to their heart’s content. I imagine a little hollow area in the trunk of a tree with a bird sitting at his table, coffee and seeds and singing his early morning songs. Letting everyone know he’s A OK!
I did say I was going to do an Ugh Brain after the Ugh Slug. Still in the ughs of my life…
The ughs of my life …
Still …
Mush for Brains!
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