Last night was quite exciting for me--I got to wear socks to bed! Now, this may not sound like a highlight to other people, but this event truly filled my little heart with joy. You see, I grew up in a place with no central heating. So at night during the winter, all our kerosene space heaters would get turned off and we would slide beneath the five blankets which were piled on our beds. But even before that came the ritual of getting dressed for bed. I would don several layers, including a warm pair(s) of socks. And then I would snuggle down for another night.
Nocturnal sock time is here again for me. Oh, the comfort of childhood memories!
As I was getting ready for work this morning, I heard a thump on the roof, and then something outside the front door. After a while, I heard another noise, so I ventured out to see. This is what I found:
Feathers were scattered everywhere along the walkway. I wonder if the bird was suicidal, or if he was assisted to an untimely end.