mallard in the yard, crow on the deck, orphans turning Japanese

Mr. and Mrs. are back for the spring rain in the back yard. Mr. Mallard keeps watch as Mrs. eats the seeds the birds have shaken from the feeder. It is remarkable how they can fly straight up  from the ground- over the fence , into the grey sky and disappear.

Crows on the railing eating string cheese- Generally the one legged sea gull gets to it before anyone else. Lucky morning for crows. I hope that they start coming around again.
 

They do not like to be photographed and their eye sight is magnificent! they can see me looking at them from a mile away. I have to be quick, so quick that it is little wonder they do not like photos taken of them, they are not at all flattering. 

I wonder if this ordinary life that we are floating in right now is akin to what German women  did before the shite hit hard- aware but  not  unmoored.  Roasting a chicken for dinner, doing the wash, planting a few veggies, watching the weather over the horizon   .... suspended- waiting- somewhat  stupefied. 

 The stock market can not do anything but right itself- right? Or should we listen to what our dead fathers are telling us from the grave-- "GET OUT while you still have a couple of bucks left"? I had the phone in hand  and then I stopped myself...ride it out for a bit , my optimism told me...devil on one shoulder, angel on the other, arguing. I do not have a gob invested, mind you but it would be a shame to toss  my measly  few dollars into the orange gale. 

Here is link having a chat re: the Dark Triad. from 2019, not that long ago but applicable more than ever at this moment.

LINK 

Hello Donald, we saw you coming and we did it anyway. We must have been bored , complacent, asleep  in our silly beds of silly squabbles- "don't say FAT- don't say BALD- don't assume gender- don't wear a beige suit".  Meanwhile the big bulldozer/ dump truck  ran right over us, no rules,  no laws, no empathy, just a mighty big dump!  ACK!!! We have been way too polite playing by the rules that this country agreed on . OOPS.

So...  go to Daiso,   buy something from Japan that  may never be available  again , Momentary happiness,,,. Moments are all we have.
 

The black bowls have ghost bunnies on them , cool, I could not get an adequate photo , you must imagine it. The orphans are wearing their  Japanese bunny masks for Egg  celebration, helping themselves to chocolate  any time they feel like it- It  may  be  the fourth christmas  celebrated  within a month's time, tomorrow but today is Egg day-  what ever they fancy- they are plastic and can do as they wish.

Oh, here you go- I tried again to capture the ghost bunnies - this is the best I could do-
 

Just like the German women,  I roasted a chicken with an onion , a yam and a delicata squash- The yam has a distinctive personality. And just like the German women I did a load of wash, hummed while making the bed, above  the rumblings  in the  not so  far distance..

I complemented the crow on his velvety appearance and asked that he and his family come around again tomorrow. I have biscuits and cheese- I will make a special dish just for them, I promised...One year I made sushi for the crow family , they did come back every day and brought their baby! They were trying to teach  baby how to eat on its own ,  baby did not catch on for the entire season! In the fall the parents were still feeding it from their beaks. 

 Mr. Velvet Pants

I asked the crows what should be done about our nation's dilemma. 

"Caw, Caw, murder!" they cried!