Thursday, August 19, 2010
I teasingly call him Dr Doolittle, because he is constantly telling me what the animals are thinking/ feeling.
About the falcon: "The baby is confused and doesn't know where to go, so he is hanging around the area that he is familiar with. He sounds like he may be sick."
About Fritz when he came and rested his chin on the sofa where I was sitting: "He's upset that you are in his spot." I scoffed but when I moved over, Fritz leaped up to claim the spot."
About the raft of ducks that swam up to our dock: "They thought we had food. They are disappointed."
About the chatter of the chipmunks: "Listen. They are spreading the word. They are rattled by the falcon."
Hubby will rescue and release the pesky spider, vole, mouse, and any other misguided critter that comes his way. He is more comfortable with animals than he is with people. He is shy and quiet and it takes time to get to know, but when you make the time and investment to really know him, the payback is huge.
Being the unassuming man that he is, he will not be thrilled to be featured on my blog (he made my lovely header by the way). But I couldn't let this special day pass without sharing a glimpse of my gentle giant.
Happy birthday my love; I can't imagine cruising this autobahn of life with anyone but you. Race on.