In the last couple of weeks, I have noticed several telltale harbingers of Spring. Wildflowers are in bloom, families crowd the local parks, baby animals abound, and angry mama-birds have once again taken to dive-bombing me and Cricket on our walks along the hike-and-bike trail. Alas, I have yet to discover an effective way of communicating to these mama-birds that "WE DON'T WANT YOUR LITTLE BABIES, SO PLEASE STOP PECKING AT MY EYES!!!" Because she is from the streets, Cricket is completely at ease with being dive-bombed -- even when the blue jays and mockingbirds (the crips and bloods of birds) actually swoop down and peck her on her butt with their sharpened beaks. I, on the other hand, completely lose my sh*t. Blaine, on the other other hand, completely and totally loses his sh*t. We call his reaction "the windmill," because he looks exactly like a windmill, if windmills could run in zig-zags and thrash their heads around while screaming.
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Maggie got stung by a bee. Spring has sprung and there's no bee shortage here.
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