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Apr. 30th, 2008 01:17 pmMy grandmother is over for the day to help out with the Zweeble while I'm at therapy, and we went grocery shopping this morning. Because grocery shopping with the Zweeb is a two-person job, and I'm beginning to think it may be a good idea to just leave him at home with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dealio and shop on the weekends. But that is neither here nor there, for this post.
We went to a different grocery store than usual, because last night when I stopped in there after the gym I saw that they had all kinds of toddler snacks and sneaky-good-for-you stuff--way more than our usual store. I also noticed the very inebriated (I hope that she was inebriated) lady in the line in front of me, but that is also a story for another day.
(The tangents! The TANGENTS!)
So we went, we shopped, and we headed home with Grandma in the back with the Zweeble. Grandma loves burrowing owls, and as we came to a stop at the intersection where I usually turn, I saw that there were two or three of them in the nests up the road. So I said what the heck and drove over so we could take a look.
Not only were there FIVE owls at this burrow, there was also A BABY BURROWING OWL!!! I saw a baby burrowing owl! It looked a lot like an adolescent chicken, at least from my angle as it hustled itself back underground.
We also have a pair of cardinals, about four blue jays, one or two black birds, and the usual assortment of doves visiting our feeders. No sign of the woodpecker as yet, but I think there's a pilated in the neighborhood as well as a hawk. The Zweeble digs birds--if he sees one out the window he will stop everything to point and stare and say, "Buudt."
dealio and shop on the weekends. But that is neither here nor there, for this post.We went to a different grocery store than usual, because last night when I stopped in there after the gym I saw that they had all kinds of toddler snacks and sneaky-good-for-you stuff--way more than our usual store. I also noticed the very inebriated (I hope that she was inebriated) lady in the line in front of me, but that is also a story for another day.
(The tangents! The TANGENTS!)
So we went, we shopped, and we headed home with Grandma in the back with the Zweeble. Grandma loves burrowing owls, and as we came to a stop at the intersection where I usually turn, I saw that there were two or three of them in the nests up the road. So I said what the heck and drove over so we could take a look.
Not only were there FIVE owls at this burrow, there was also A BABY BURROWING OWL!!! I saw a baby burrowing owl! It looked a lot like an adolescent chicken, at least from my angle as it hustled itself back underground.
We also have a pair of cardinals, about four blue jays, one or two black birds, and the usual assortment of doves visiting our feeders. No sign of the woodpecker as yet, but I think there's a pilated in the neighborhood as well as a hawk. The Zweeble digs birds--if he sees one out the window he will stop everything to point and stare and say, "Buudt."
