The B40 is carpeted in dove feathers. This is bad for the doves but good for the family of Cooper’s Hawks hunting in the yard. I have been informed that there are four young; I don’t think I’ve ever seen six together, so I can’t confirm. But everywhere I (and the doves) look there is a hawk.
My email has been many things in the past 24 hours, but for the last 18 it’s only been one thing: Missing. Bluehost, a company I switched to this year after many positive recs, suffered a server melt this morning. Through this, we learned that they apparently had no backup server agreement, and that they were willing to put one of their least capable communicators on Twitter damage control. It would be interesting to see if they lose more customers for having a full day outage, or for their stunningly lame response to same.
They would have done better to just put a photo of Bryan Ferry in their Twitter Feed and leave it at that.
In addition to my email, my IPhoto hung, my Internet went in and out, and it’s been too overcast to shoot photos. It hasn’t been the most effective day of my life.
I’m still trying to figure out if I’m dead- I had a dream last night that something went wrong and I was killed, but I cheated a bit and didn’t go. I couldn’t feel my own pulse, but I was motile, so I figured that it would all sort itself out if I just kept moving.
But maybe I’m just really dead. I can write all of the emails I want, but I can never send them.
On the up side, the trees are full of Cooper’s Hawks.
This is not awesome for the doves, whose feathers litter the ground, but there are many doves and few hawks. It will likely sort itself out as well if everyone keeps moving.
I see a hawk now as frequently as I used to see emails.