Today was one of the first Misbehaving Tuesdays in a while during which I really, really, wanted to run away from everything, just get completely, thoroughly lost. All sorts of obligations are crouching in wait at the end of the summer, and right now I want none of it. Even though it’s all good stuff -school, teacher training, other educational goodies- today I want to run as far away from it as possible. Just for today.
Unfortunately for me, though, I have now lived here long enough that I can’t get lost. No matter what I do or where I start from, no matter which bendy little farm road I take hoping to end up nowhere, I end up in historic Glyndon. Dammit.
I went for a long drive today, long enough to burn all the gas left in my car, and took some pictures along the way. But first, a birdlet update: I have been informed by Birdmaster Fred that the birdlets are not house finches as we suspected. They are house sparrows. Call them what you like, as far as I am concerned, they are birdlets, and sometimes tweeters. Sadly, one of them died yesterday, but there are still three healthy friends in the nest.
Here they are two days ago.
And here they are today.
So, the drive. I stopped in awe of this giant caterpillar nest. (These always reminder me of Pier Six Pavilion.)
In the vortex that is historic Glyndon, there was a train.
Of course, no Misbehaving Tuesday post would be complete with a picture of shoes.
I had to get out of the car and take a picture of this thing. It was a little creepy, standing under the power lines, listening to them hum and crackle. I could hear them from inside my brain.
Or maybe it was just creepy because it looks like a real version of this.
But the best part of the day was after I got home from the drive, and stepped out for the CSA pickup. I met this guy. Finally, my hairy bee picture!
