What in the world was the bird chattering about?
Sounded like a cardinal, but never like that, again and again. I circled the tree, looking up trying to spot the mystery bird, when iIlooked down and realized what was happening: a dead female cardinal lying in the street.
Cardinals are great couple birds-they always are to-gether, feed and watch for each other, and etc... now, the male I assume was trying to awaked the dead mate, or was he just singing for her memory? It was very sad to have this beautiful creature dead on the ground, but its mate, 6-7 feet away singing, was the worst.
Bolo used to have a massive rival on the block-- a giant Alsation (German shepard) who would shudder the earth on Atlas' shoulders when he ba\rked: and everytime Bolo was walked by the yerd, the big dog and the 10% Bolo would engage in a fierce running barking battle, seperated by a fence, for 10 seconds. Whenever Bolo was walked by that yard, he instinctively started to race along the fence to start the confrontation.
God decided to take back the big dog back. Walking Bolo past that fence after the passing of the dog several weeks past, he instinctively got his back fur ruffled and angry and changer the fence to begin his duel, but.......no big dog...........sister.4 came back w/ the same observation.
And the day after we die, newspapers will still be delivered, there will be baseball games, .............
Sounded like a cardinal, but never like that, again and again. I circled the tree, looking up trying to spot the mystery bird, when iIlooked down and realized what was happening: a dead female cardinal lying in the street.
Cardinals are great couple birds-they always are to-gether, feed and watch for each other, and etc... now, the male I assume was trying to awaked the dead mate, or was he just singing for her memory? It was very sad to have this beautiful creature dead on the ground, but its mate, 6-7 feet away singing, was the worst.
Bolo used to have a massive rival on the block-- a giant Alsation (German shepard) who would shudder the earth on Atlas' shoulders when he ba\rked: and everytime Bolo was walked by the yerd, the big dog and the 10% Bolo would engage in a fierce running barking battle, seperated by a fence, for 10 seconds. Whenever Bolo was walked by that yard, he instinctively started to race along the fence to start the confrontation.
God decided to take back the big dog back. Walking Bolo past that fence after the passing of the dog several weeks past, he instinctively got his back fur ruffled and angry and changer the fence to begin his duel, but.......no big dog...........sister.4 came back w/ the same observation.
And the day after we die, newspapers will still be delivered, there will be baseball games, .............
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But the Yankees will have black armbands on their uniforms.
I remember the same thing back in SC, with a pair of hummingbirds, also life-maters - the male was chattering away in the bougeanvillea, and the female was lifeless on the ground in front of our freshly-cleaned bay window. this is why I'm against cleaning bay windows.
I am more sad.
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