Feeling a tad uninspired of late. The weather has made me feel a little dreamy and a touch lazy. Content to sit outside with a coffee and a notebook, I write a few words, then simply wander off in my mind about nothing and everything. The sky has been cloudless, the trees getting thicker with leaves, the blossom petals swirling around, the damn midges getting into your mouth, your eyes, going into attack mode in your face. I tear a page out of my magazine and fold it into a paper fan and genteelly swat at them. People turn and stare, knowingly, and smile. Or snicker, I'm not sure which.
In other news... we have four new baby peregrine falcons up in the Sheraton Hotel nest in Hamilton. Their scrape was cleaned out (after the mess they made last year!) for their arrival and they have acquired a lovely Weed strategically placed in the nearest corner for the chicks to sit under. Looks very homey. Here you can see Madame X looking around for mate Surge and screaming at him to get home with dinner because "I'm getting tired of sitting on these four kids who are squirming with hunger and the midges up here are just not enough food".