Ray’s T for the D - Hope Remains, the Season, Has Commenced
By yesterday, the commencement of Hope Remains, Day 86, DY 2, I was sufficiently recovered from my ant bites, incurred on Day 85, Ant Day, to do the annual mowing. This annual mowing proved an eye opener. As I mowed along through the tall grasses, rats ran everywhere. There they went, hustling along to get out of my way.
For a man of my experience, ascertaining the identify of all the hustling rats, even at a distance, even with the rats at high gallop, is easy. Those particular rats are Sigmodon hispidus, the hispid cotton rat, also known as super sigmodon for the S-shaped cusps on their molars.
It is a good sign that the CB has hispid cotton rats. But possibly a bad sign that we have so many. We may need some new additional terriers and cats. Because, apparently, the mythical coyotes in these parts must be slacking off.
Now what could be more embarrassing than mowing your lawn and having the result look like a scene from the Dark Ages. Well, having an audience of stray dogs or coyotes following the mower, barking and yipping. That would have been fairly embarrassing.
Yet spring has sprung. Hope Remains! A bluebonnet bloomed in the east pasture to herald the seasonal change. That bluebonnet bloomed because it got irrigated. The rest of the bluebonnets await unirrigated, free water.
Anon, should the free water fall, the winter weed flora shall burst forth in all its glory. Happily, the little rats shall scurry about, the beautiful flowers, a canopy above their little noggins, shielding their beady little eyes from Ogma’s fickle gaze.
Come to think of it, the owls must be slacking off too. Where are the dang owls? I have not heard them lately. Have the owls of these parts succumbed to all the pollution, at last? They need to be out in the pastures catching my rats. Dang it!
Hold it! What is it Crumby?
Are you done, Ray?
Yepper.
Then move over, because I have a gloomy, semi-important ovation to make.
Well, all righty then. Here is my bosom companion, the Crumby Ovate.
Ola! Meantime, on the landscape scale, fascism continues as the leading ideology of our rulers. Plus, they have most of the guns. So maybe the ruling class is not totally out of ideas. They have at least two ideas that work, fascism and most of the guns. Then there is the upcoming sham election. That makes three ideas. Away we go. We get, what we deserve.
For a man of my experience, ascertaining the identify of all the hustling rats, even at a distance, even with the rats at high gallop, is easy. Those particular rats are Sigmodon hispidus, the hispid cotton rat, also known as super sigmodon for the S-shaped cusps on their molars.
It is a good sign that the CB has hispid cotton rats. But possibly a bad sign that we have so many. We may need some new additional terriers and cats. Because, apparently, the mythical coyotes in these parts must be slacking off.
Now what could be more embarrassing than mowing your lawn and having the result look like a scene from the Dark Ages. Well, having an audience of stray dogs or coyotes following the mower, barking and yipping. That would have been fairly embarrassing.
Yet spring has sprung. Hope Remains! A bluebonnet bloomed in the east pasture to herald the seasonal change. That bluebonnet bloomed because it got irrigated. The rest of the bluebonnets await unirrigated, free water.
Anon, should the free water fall, the winter weed flora shall burst forth in all its glory. Happily, the little rats shall scurry about, the beautiful flowers, a canopy above their little noggins, shielding their beady little eyes from Ogma’s fickle gaze.
Come to think of it, the owls must be slacking off too. Where are the dang owls? I have not heard them lately. Have the owls of these parts succumbed to all the pollution, at last? They need to be out in the pastures catching my rats. Dang it!
Hold it! What is it Crumby?
Are you done, Ray?
Yepper.
Then move over, because I have a gloomy, semi-important ovation to make.
Well, all righty then. Here is my bosom companion, the Crumby Ovate.
Ola! Meantime, on the landscape scale, fascism continues as the leading ideology of our rulers. Plus, they have most of the guns. So maybe the ruling class is not totally out of ideas. They have at least two ideas that work, fascism and most of the guns. Then there is the upcoming sham election. That makes three ideas. Away we go. We get, what we deserve.
posted by ray pistrum at Monday, March 17, 2008
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