New bird ... not

Rob and I walked to the creek (I think it's Five Mile Creek) looking for birds. I didn't really expect to find any, but we saw a big flock of cedar waxwings. Not a new bird for me but they are so cute I love to see them. Then I heard this funny cheeping in the tall grass and went to investigate. I found this baby ... something. I thought at first it was a duck. It was big and fuzzy and walking, but upon closer inspection, I realized it did not have webbed feet or a duck bill.

Then I heard a rooster crow ... duh! It was someone's escaped baby chicken. It wasn't yellow, but mostly black, so it kind of threw me off, but that's what it was, all right. I would have caught it and returned it to its flock, but it wouldn't let me get that close.

Today I took the first ten pages of my new Harlequin American to critique. While no one said, "I love this," no one hammered me, either. I have some work to do, though.

We went to Main Street Bistro for lunch. They have a tomato basil soup that is just like the one at La Madeleine. I could live on that soup. Unfortunately it's about 95 percent fat. But, hey, I started taking my fish oil and CoQ10 today, so it all evens out, right?

Later, I was the shredding queen. Rob gets all this stuff in the mail--like statements from his various retirement accounts and all this stock stuff. He never opens it, never looks at it, but doesn't want to throw it away, and it stacks up everywhere. (Okay, not all of it is his. Some is mine.)

Today, it went away. I shredded and shredded and shredded while watching Friends reruns (something very satisfying in that) and other brainless stuff. I filled an entire garbage bag full of shreds. It felt goooooood.

Thanks for visiting,
Kara

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