Too long for Twitter

This morning, as every morning, I am confronted by improbable things: that the downy woodpecker should be able to beat his head against a tree with machine-gun speed and fly away. That the squirrels of the daytime should fling themselves through the treetops with so much abandon and not turn their bodies into aerodynamic leaves like the squirrels of the night. That the sky should get so red — redder than wine, redder than blood — and then in the course of minutes fade so completely, leaving no trace of a stain.

5 Replies to “Too long for Twitter”

  1. Weirdly, Dave, I had precisely the same reflections as the first two & in the same order when I was hanging out washing last spring. A woodpecker hard at work then on the wing followed by two squirrels in momentary free-fall.

  2. Hi, Mykl! Thanks for reading (and linking). Front porches are the best, aren’t they? Good places to think one’s own thoughts and interact with the world at the same time – kind of like blogs.

    Dick – Huh. And I suppose they might’ve even been the same species of squirrel, since I gather from Frizzy Rachel that our gray squirrels are invasive in the London area.

    Of course, they can fall from quite a height without apparent damage.

    …deb – Thanks for stopping by.

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