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...mobbing crows! Literally right outside my window! The tree is only about a foot away and there were maybe thirty or forty crows going mad over something, but I couldn't see what--but once I opened the window and looked down, I saw a Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the ground below. It flew up into the tree right across from our window, the crows went utterly bonkers, and then it flew off--but it's sitting and being terribly patient, in the tree right across the way.
The crows are mostly gone--the hawk's flown off, I think--but I can still hear them around, flipping out. Whoah...what a way to wake up.*
*Well, actually, I woke up before this; and actually there was already an exciting event of the day, that being Danica setting off the heat/fire alarm in our room with her hairdryer and us having to sit outside to wait for Campus Security while the thing wailed like a banshee. Heh. The stories we've got...
ETA: OH! Ohohohoh, BRILLIANCE! Diana Wynne Jones is releasing a new book! And it's about the boot boy from Christopher Chant! *squee* Ohlala. Major fangirl, apparently. Oooh! Am so excited! *dances*
ETA again, much later: It's the ides of March. Which seems like something that ought to be commemorated, so:
I thusly commemorate. *grin*
The crows are mostly gone--the hawk's flown off, I think--but I can still hear them around, flipping out. Whoah...what a way to wake up.*
*Well, actually, I woke up before this; and actually there was already an exciting event of the day, that being Danica setting off the heat/fire alarm in our room with her hairdryer and us having to sit outside to wait for Campus Security while the thing wailed like a banshee. Heh. The stories we've got...
ETA: OH! Ohohohoh, BRILLIANCE! Diana Wynne Jones is releasing a new book! And it's about the boot boy from Christopher Chant! *squee* Ohlala. Major fangirl, apparently. Oooh! Am so excited! *dances*
ETA again, much later: It's the ides of March. Which seems like something that ought to be commemorated, so:
I thusly commemorate. *grin*
