Click images for desktop size: "Elfin" by Pixel Girl Everyday has it's adventures. I prefer the sort that involve other people . . . and an nice animal helps.
My housemate got a job offer today for the hot top pop position. It breaks up what was becoming my new familia but for the serious bread on the table you can only be happy. She seems to need validation from outside of herself so it's good in that way too.
There's still the formal offers, negotiations etc in front of her but it's just the final little twitches.
I want it to work out for her.
Needless to say momentous news like this created quite a stir and featured much running about.
In the midst of this I took Good Ol' Dog for a walk around the lake. What better way to celebrate anything than with a walk with a dog.
When we got to the lake/pond we saw a couple of people watching a Great Blue Heron. This was a different Heron then we saw before. I'm guessing this was a male and the previous one female. His colors were darker and more vibrant. He was yet again, even larger! I thought he was magnificent.
Good Ol' Dog and I went to join the crowd. The Heron had a fish impaled on his beak! I was thinking how easy it would be to confuse an animal like this with something mythical and then I was wondering why the only myths and fables about them I could recall were about cranes being greedy or something.
When we got closer to the small crowd I could see what I thought was a fish was actually a fish that was entangled in one of those plastic ring can holder things.
The Heron keep trying to fling the fish away but it had gotten it's beak entangled in the plastic rings and no matter how hard it flung the fish away from it the rings wouldn't release, in fact they seemed to be tightening.
The bird was about a yard from shore so it was easy to examine. I asked a woman there how long the bird had been struggling like that and she said she'd been watching it for about 10 minutes . . .
I asked if anyone had called someone, like animal control or? No one answered.
This close it was pretty obvious the Heron was stressed. His colors were impressive. I don't know if birds can sweat but his head and neck looked mad, like a marathoner who is watching them stretch the finish line further and further away.
I thought about it and looked at my "companions".
I asked the woman if she'd mind holding Good Ol' Dog for a minute and then waded in. I had a flick knife someone I can't remember gave me in Paris. The bird looked at me but I think it was too tired from it's efforts to fly away. It let me grab the fish. My knife wasn't very sharp and I had to, like, saw through the plastic strands around his beak. He let me.
So there I was holding the dead still tied up fish when the Heron sort of attacked me. I dropped and lost my knife and I dropped the fish.
It was the fish he was after. He grabbed it and flew away. It looked cool but I was kind of irked about losing my knife. . . and when I walked back on to shore and got Good Ol' Dog I realized my shoes were kind of squelching . . . I think it would have been a better idea if I'd taken them off before going into the water.
We continued our walk with me making that creepy squishing noise. I did think it felt funny making noise and leaving a wet trail. We ran into an English Bulldog who called himself Chester.
I figure the two of them were talking about the big idjit with the noisy feet. They seemed to be laughing.
One of my housemates is home from the Ivy League for the summer. Tonight we watched a student TV show he starred in . . . It was awful in some ways but I liked it plenty. It had a line I want to add to my vocabulary: "You're like this cassette; nondescript and I have to push a button to play you!"
Tomorrow is a busy day. I have a promising job interview and more adventures to seek out.
I want to start getting serious in my workouts but my right elbow is still tricking out on me.
I was wondering if Heron's were one of those birds that stole shiny things and had a vague fantasy about him bringing me a shiny bauble of thanks for getting my shoes wet. But I don't think it will happen.

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