Skipped harvesting
Listening to nothing, when the volume soared. A murder of crows, hard at it. That’s odd; we rarely hear them, but this time around they were unhappy. Out, over the south field, an obvious intruder. A raptor. Not my friend the eagle; this may have been a harrier. Too much sun for me to be sure, although the wife did snap a few photos “on the wing”. Mustn’t get complacent, because there are a lot of birds around.
I opted out of an apple harvest opportunity (again, too much sun for comfort), but I did help to eat a sample from the Honeycrisp sack. Very hard, fairly sweet. Too much effort required to distract me from other, familiar varieties. I guess I’ll have to consider a pie or three, real soon now.
Another night where I woke often, due in part to a cold nosed dog. Unable to sleep, so I pseudo-shopped. That’s where I pick an item, after much consideration, place it in the virtual cart, head to the checkout to determine shipping costs, flinch, do the delete thing and start again. Keeps me from buying too much… although I did pay for an online download of the new album (released this afternoon in Ireland) by “Na Mooneys”. I totally approve of the tone from Mairead and her gang, whether in solo, as part of Altan or this latest effort. Talent galore.
Watched an old made-for-TV movie involving a runaway train. Not one I’d seen before, and not much to recommend it, other than a chance to see some old, familiar faces (Martin Milner, Sarah Miles).
