the whomping on my wall
March 30, 2007The good news is that the birds are leaving my plastic-bagged rear view mirrors alone. But the sound of something hitting the wall near where I work has returned. When it happened yesterday, I ran out to look, but nothing was there. I’m off the shingles medication, so nothing is tampering with my perception.
There are two wheeled pot platforms leaning against the wall, but they don’t appear animated. When I ran out just now, I surprised the sleek black cat spotted earlier by a family member. I would guess that it’s going after the little bluebelly lizards that hide in the downspouts. I like these lizards, and don’t want their tails removed, as cats will do for endless amusement.
