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I meant to write this out yesterday, but got sidetracked by some other stuff. So, I ended up driving two kids out to Rockford. I really find it fascinating that two LITTLE kids (kindergarten and 2nd grade) need to travel about 40 miles each way to school every day. I can't imagine what the benefit is. School choice and *no child left behind* leads to some interesting consequences.
But that's not actually the point of this. When I was heading back to base, I saw two ravens hunting a squirrel. The squirrel had somehow ended up out in the open, quite a distance from any cover or any trees. And the ravens were trying to effectively cut it off from any cover. They were circling low and kept swooping in to divebomb the squirrel. There were a couple of points where there was a standoff, when the squirrel tried to make itself BIG and discourage the ravens, but they must have been really hungry (possibly a mating pair) with not a lot of carrion available. I suspect that the squirrel would have been breakfast since it was really lopsided -- two against one -- except that a third raven tried to muscle in on the action and one of the ravens broke formation to chase off the interloper. At that point, the squirrel managed to make a serious run for cover and escaped.
Fascinating to watch.
BTW, 24 hours later, I still have 2/3 of a pan of fudge. May I repeat this, please? I made fudge on Sunday. On Tuesday, 48 hours later, I still have MOST of the fudge. This is very odd. Also, yesterday afternoon, I was set to finish off the carnitas for my dinner. I ate about 2/3s of the serving and decided that I was *done* and put the rest away. Even though there wasn't really enough for another full serving. This is, like, against all my childhood training. We always had to eat EVERYTHING on your plate. Period. Or we sat at the table watching it slowly congeal while hearing about all the starving children in far off places who would love to eat whatever it was. But yesterday I said to myself, *self, you're just not hungry now. you can stop eating.* Wow!
And in something unrelated, although it MAY have to do with why I felt like making fudge in the first place, I have a very painful pimple at my hairline by my cheekbone. Since my early 30s, the only times I get pimples, particularly this particular kind of pimple, is when I'm pre-menstrual. Having PCOS, it's hard to gauge when/if I'll actually bleed, so this pimple may be for naught. But...ouch!
But that's not actually the point of this. When I was heading back to base, I saw two ravens hunting a squirrel. The squirrel had somehow ended up out in the open, quite a distance from any cover or any trees. And the ravens were trying to effectively cut it off from any cover. They were circling low and kept swooping in to divebomb the squirrel. There were a couple of points where there was a standoff, when the squirrel tried to make itself BIG and discourage the ravens, but they must have been really hungry (possibly a mating pair) with not a lot of carrion available. I suspect that the squirrel would have been breakfast since it was really lopsided -- two against one -- except that a third raven tried to muscle in on the action and one of the ravens broke formation to chase off the interloper. At that point, the squirrel managed to make a serious run for cover and escaped.
Fascinating to watch.
BTW, 24 hours later, I still have 2/3 of a pan of fudge. May I repeat this, please? I made fudge on Sunday. On Tuesday, 48 hours later, I still have MOST of the fudge. This is very odd. Also, yesterday afternoon, I was set to finish off the carnitas for my dinner. I ate about 2/3s of the serving and decided that I was *done* and put the rest away. Even though there wasn't really enough for another full serving. This is, like, against all my childhood training. We always had to eat EVERYTHING on your plate. Period. Or we sat at the table watching it slowly congeal while hearing about all the starving children in far off places who would love to eat whatever it was. But yesterday I said to myself, *self, you're just not hungry now. you can stop eating.* Wow!
And in something unrelated, although it MAY have to do with why I felt like making fudge in the first place, I have a very painful pimple at my hairline by my cheekbone. Since my early 30s, the only times I get pimples, particularly this particular kind of pimple, is when I'm pre-menstrual. Having PCOS, it's hard to gauge when/if I'll actually bleed, so this pimple may be for naught. But...ouch!