Yesterday, as I left the house, I saw a hawk soaring by, clutching something furry and dead, or dying.
Walking the Roob, I saw two hawks making loop-de-loops. One casually left the formation and disappeared behind the hillside.
Too many dogs. Seeing as how few people ever clean up after their dogs, I have begun not to like the presence of dogs.
A couple walking a mini bike up the trail. Too late to disturb my reverie.
Dana M. Psycho-son of a friend of Mom's at the supermarket. He is a successful contractor or engineer and is known to have had violent outbursts. He has attacked both his father and his brother on separate occasions. He always was a weird kid.