“Squirrel? Duck? What you got?” Ruby is ready to chase something at this pond.
On a walk this morning, Ruby lit out after a squirrel she saw at the foot of an oak tree. She went all out, from the drop, to get that squirrel.
She didn’t get it.
She did not in fact even come close. Squirrels appear to like to torture her and dogs in general. This one hesitated a second, as if to lure her in with the tantalizing possibility that she might catch it, only to scurry easily up the tree out of reach.
“Hah hah,” it squeaked. “Can’t catch me.”
Undismayed, Ruby trotted back to me after her fruitless chase, thinking nothing of it. It occurred to me that humans can learn a lot from dogs on how to handle disappointment and defeat. Continue reading
Red-winged blackbirds are not really red-winged. It’s a misnomer.
This April Ruby and I were walking in the open spaces on a cool, wet, drippy day. We were the only ones out. For this reason perhaps, a red-winged blackbird perched on a bush seemed less skittish than they usually are. She sat on a branch near the trail and did not budge as I stepped to within a couple of arm lengths of it.
Being blackbirds, red-winged blackbirds have mostly black wings. The red comes from the markings on their wings, which remind me of the showy shoulder epaulets worn on the dress uniform of a military officer. Certain red wings have white or yellow stripes at the base of their plumage. But the ones I see around my house are low elevation birds and their patches are all red.
Whatever the variation, red-winged blackbirds are colorful and delightful to see. Their bright and vivid red colors always stand out against the dull gray of an old fencepost, where they often sit. They also like to hang out on the tops of tule weeds and bushes, such as the one Ruby and I encountered.
Ah, but that’s as far as you go, you two! The bird flew off when I overstepped my welcome and drew too close to it.