The crows have babies. Was walking around the building at work, and a crow was cawing (aggressively) in a nearby tree. Four students were walking just behind me, one commented that he wouldn't miss the black birds. The crow became more ruffled and agitated. He clarified to his friends that they swoop down at people. I turned and said that it was because they had babies. One of his friends paused a moment and replied, "I'd kinda' like it." Another chimed in, "Me, too." I haven't heard that before. I like crows, but I don't particularly like getting dive bombed; perhaps they wanted any contact at all with a wild animal.
I took Wednesday off of work, so I could do some gardening, (weeding, planting, etc.) and wash laundry (I'm pulling 16 hour days right now). The weeding and turning soil over went without incident. I was watering with a watering can, and a chickadee landed on a poppy plant nearby. Didn't think all that much of it. Next thing I know, I have a bird land on my calf, and another smack me in the head, and then follow me over to the faucet. Not sure what was up with that. Was I near a nest (but I'd been near it for the previous hour)? Did they want water? Don't know. Both intrigued and frightened me a little, only lasted for a few minutes and then they were gone.
Class is going alright. Trying to remember everything, and if I focus on one part, something else gets dropped, i.e., I remember to breathe and I forget how to move my arms (or which arm is doing what), or I focus on my partner and then forget to sing. And then I remember to move from my center and breathe and for a moment am more present and balanced, and then I forget.
I'm still really tired, but I feel good.
I need to start writing again, and reading text/monologues; I'm falling out of practice.
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