Bug Bashing
Caterpillars are not slow. By the time I dashed into the house
for the camera and ran back out again, I had a very hard time
finding him. He had travelled nearly half way across the front
yard. But, find him I did.
I was afraid one of the robins in the neighborhood and performed
the robin ritual with him. He's a big guy, nearly as big as
my finger and would have made good sport.
Especially, after Tom mows the
yard, the robins congregate for the bugfest. As each tasty
little grub worm or some other delectable bug emerges from
hiding, the robins do a robin hip hop (did you know that
some birds walk, some hop, but robins do both?), each trying
to capture the prize.
Once the unsuspecting bug is firmly in its beak, the robin
swoops up to a nearby tree branch and bashes it against a
limb a couple of times before it tilts its head back and
gobbles it down.
Anyway, my caterpillar made it across the front yard
and into the garden by the house before I gave up my guard
and left him to his own devices. There wasn't a robin in
sight.
I swear.
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Daniel made dinner for us
tonight. It was a Mexican dish of some sort with rice
and beans and chicken and peppers. He even served up
some tortillas with it and set the table. I could
certainly get used to this.
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I've been asked to try my hand at some interviews for the
diarist.net site. Have you ever looked at the
EnterView pages? It looks easy enough.
Boy, who was I kidding? I had these great thoughts about
getting all SORTS of journals (no pun intended) represented --
young people, not so young people, new journalists as well as
the old-timers. What I didn't consider, though, was that
I have to get someone to cooperate and I have to think up
somewhat interesting questions. Neither task has proven to
be easy.
I'm nervous about asking the old-timers (although many of them
have already been done.) Some of the people I've approached
haven't returned my e-mail yet -- others are willing to
be interviewed, but don't have the time.
But I'm not giving it up yet. *smile* I'm not that smart. So,
if any diarist who reads this hasn't already been through the
interview thing and would consider doing the interview
thing, please, by all means, let me know. I could save face
that way. I'd even let you come up with the questions you want
to answer.
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