To those individuals who predicted I’d be back with another radiation post this month — despite my claim to the contrary — I congratulate you. I don’t know how your outsmarted me, but you did it.
I would much rather gloat than eat crow. I wish I had said a Terminator-like “I’ll Be Back.” Then the first sentence of this post could have been, “I TOLD you I’d be back with more radiation.”
I am not lying when I tell you that I had no intent to seek anything radiationally related today. Radiation sought ME! What could I do? I took some video and some pictures, and now I’m eating crow.
It would take a much stronger individual than me to resist those spinning radii. Those temptresses literally jumped out at me like Homerian sirens. I was helpless. And now I’m eating crow.
(Before I forget, I better make it clear that I didn’t really interrupt anybody’s meal for that last picture. It WAS taken at the outdoor seating area of the El Mexican Restaurant, but nobody was eating there at the time.)
Even so, I did take the picture and I am posting it . . . and I am eating crow.
Speaking of crows, I can’t really end this post without telling a story from today’s bike ride. What I saw was a pair of crows chasing a red-tailed hawk. Sure, I’ve seen that kind of thing many times before, but this time I was astounded at how long the chase continued.
I don’t want to make any unproven accusations, but I suspect the hawk had been raiding the crows’ nest and got caught in the act. The crows chased the hawk away, occasionally swooping and pecking at it like magpies swoop and peck at our Australian friends.
Usually the chasing and swooping and pecking only continues until the hawk leaves the immediate area. This time, the hawk didn’t want to leave the immediate area. It kept circling instead of fleeing. I could tell it’s plan was to circle back and return to the nest.
The crows would have none of that! I’ve read crows are one of the smartest birds and now I believe it. The two crows, working in tandem, cut off every maneuver and every path that hawk tried in order to get back to the nest. The battle lasted for at least five minutes and, finally, the hawk gave up and flew off into the distance.
I was so fascinated by the ordeal that I completely forgot about two things I should have done: 1) Take pictures or video of the event, and 2) Use my newfound bird-speaking skills and yell out to the crows and the hawk, “please, please, can’t you just try to get along?”