We've completed our first week of school and kudos to the boys for getting over their sleep deprivation and Emmy quality drama to complete week 1 of Stewardship: Ecology and Conservation. The only tears since Monday have been those shed by Alex over the devastation to the rain forests and subsequent animal displacement. He's my little tree-hugger.
Chris is pro anything that means fewer animals on the planet. He's his mother's son.
We've completed our first week of school and kudos to the boys for getting over their sleep deprivation and Emmy quality drama to complete week 1 of Stewardship: Ecology and Conservation. The only tears since Monday have been those shed by Alex over the devastation to the rain forests and subsequent animal displacement. He's my little tree-hugger.
Chris is pro anything that means fewer animals on the planet. He's his mother's son.
I'm actually not serious. I love animals when they are hiding in their own natural habitat and I do believe in preservation of our natural resources - even big snakes and 400 lb cats with razor claws and meat-eating teeth and birds that poop indiscriminately.
Speaking of animal displacement and bird poop.... One of our neighbor's trees was struck by lightning last week and had to be cut down. His tree had been standing right next to the tree in our front yard under whose shade I've been parking my van all summer. I've noticed that in the past week my van has been absolutely covered in bird poop. It's hard to tell how many birds had been displaced, but judging by the collection of avian fecal matter covering my van, there were no small number.
Alex noted the proliferation of poop and said, "But it's still not as bad as that time when the bird pooped on your head, right?"
Ah yes, riding the kiddy train at Zilker Park, spring of 2001. He still even remembers the lady who dug the baby wipe out of her bag to help me out.
And then there was Washington D.C., winter of 1985. I was visiting a friend who lived in VA and as we strolled the Mall a congregation of seagulls took flight as we passed. I had no sooner uttered the "I hate seagulls" when we felt the plopping and pelting of poop on our heads and backs. They know...they just know.
If I have a choice, my heaven will not include birds, or cats, or any other animal that cannot flush a toilet or that wipes its bum on the carpet.