I noticed a young hawk with a striped tail sitting on the chain link fence just above Frida’s favorite spot. It was fluffed up against the cold. It’s feathers looked wet, like it was just born (but of course it wasn’t). It stayed long enough for me to get the binoculars, but not long enough for me to get a picture. Is Frida now a hawk?
Today we are scheduled to visit a crew of adoptable dogs. We had one we were falling in love with, but then we found she was part of a dependent pair. Siblings. Two are one too many for me (I say before I meet them). They seem to be quite large, too large for me (I say before I meet them). Gulp.
Last night’s soup, also for breakfast. It tastes good thanks to vegetable stock, tamari, miso, roasted garlic, Sriracha, black pepper, tomato paste, mushrooms, kale and orzo.
Enjoy your Saturday more by taking care of someone or something.