Happy Tuesday, kitteh friends. Stay dry!
Posted on 03/24/2020 9:36:36 AM PDT by Rebelbase
If I could recall where my pellet gun is, I might be tempted to take a few pot shots at the crows around here. They are bold, aggressive and merciless.
I felt so bad for that daddy robin. There are a lot of nests in the trees here, and the crows make the rounds on a daily basis. They’re thriving but the other birds aren’t doing so well.
Nature: stuff eats stuff.
True. And I know that. I understand the food chain. But I don’t like to see it up close and personal.
I had a hunter friend tell a story about shooting a deer and not making a clean kill. He felt bad as he followed the trail until he could finally put the deer out of its misery.
Until he got home and watched a nature channel show about a pride of lions taking down a wildebeest for something like 2 hours. I’ll just say they weren’t treating the wildebeest at all humanely.
He said he felt better after that.
I’ve seen enough wild life documentaries to know man is an animal. Civilized to some extent, but still, an animal. The thing that set us apart is a conscience.
And opposable thumbs.
And language.
All of the above. But even those not of the homo erectus persuasion have languages. So they can understand each other. And some do have opposable thumbs, but they can’t use a phone. So yah. That.
I just made the bed. Now, I want to go crawl into it. I’ll wait a couple more hours.
I have to disagree about the “languages.” Other animals, including many primate species, have means of communication that include sound, gesture, color, and smell, but none has “language” as humans do.
I’m going to crawl into bed soon, too, but Kathleen is finishing up some math worksheets. We finished the kitten book she was reading, too. She has another one from the same author, but she’ll have to read it herself.
Vlad wants a new dictionary. When I went to order it using Tom’s Amazon account, it asked me for the password, so I have to wait for him to tell me his password. I figured it wouldn’t stay logged in on my PC forever!
When I used “languages,” I meant forms of communication. Deaf people have their own language, for those of us who are able to speak, are confused by it, unless we learn it. Humans have speech as opposed to other forms of communication, but most animals have a language of some kind. As I see it, anyway.
Its clabbering up again, and the barometer is dropping and Admiral Fitz-Roy’s storm glass is all frothy with crystals.
This last “upgrade” from MS has left me with having to sign in to all my accounts except this one, every day. In order to avoid them in the past, I’ll have to keep my laptop in sleep mode instead of shutting it off. GAH!
I remember something about the Precision Grip. The way our thumb tip can connect with our forefinger tip is unusual among primates.
And if you don’t think that’s important to evolution, just TRY to wind your watch without that.
Or change for Daylight Savings Time.
Happy Tuesday, kitteh friends. Stay dry!
Floof looks like it wants to go some place.
Good morning.
I sorted my pills a while ago because I slept in. I was up earlier yesterday to do the sheets.
I just got back from the community room, where I picked up my mail. I got a package of CARDS!!! My little Happy Dancers are telling me how much fun it is! Thank you!
There was also a BD card from my Real Brother, and also a doily that I’m going to copy and send back. And in a while, I’ll go to Walmart. Maybe they’ll tell me how soon they will be opening earlier in the days. I hate socialism.
Good morning. I’m glad the package came! Display your bat stickers prominently, and tell everyone where they came from ... the artist, I mean, not me.
It rained all night here, but it has stopped for now. Shannon was in the garage all night, which is weird. She never goes in the garage. I guess she wondered why Jake thought it was so fun.
I almost missed the bat stickers!! LOL!
It looks like I’m going to have to separate Camilla and Gonzo. Yesterday, as I was getting ready to cover them, they were both on the seed dish, and she at first, made an aggressive lunge and chirp at him and then attacked him. Since he is the less active of the two, I’ll put him in the smaller cage, along with his favorite perch. Poor little guy.
I was afraid this would happen, and was hoping it wouldn’t, but I’ve seen it happen after as long as a year. I don’t want any more dead parakeets. They’ll be side-by-side, so it will be OK. If I had a shepherd’s crook, I’d hang his cage by the kitchen window.
Maybe Shannon is beginning to lose her memory and got confused. Poor ol’ fat lady cat.
It’s cold again this morning. *sigh*
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