Feathers

EDub has been pulling out her feathers. I think it's her because she and PDub have not been having an UFC matches lately; that I've seen anyways. Neither of them are nesting, so they are BFFs. (Apparently nesting makes one quite irritable. I guess I'd be irritable if all I could do was sit in the dirt as well.) In any case, her wing looks raw, like she has had a cheap Supercuts haircut. I don't know what this means and since I don't have lunch with Stephen any more, I don't have daily access to the Stephen Internal Duck Encyclopedia and he hasn't made an iPhone app yet. (I do have lunch daily with Jenny, but she and Gretchen are markedly less interested in my animals.) Saturday I raked up enough feathers to make a pillow. I refrained, though, because they were mostly caked with duck shit.

I haven't seen Black Cat around lately. S/he was making a nightly appearance. (I never saw it, but based on the Pack's insistence to jump at the windows and the cat sounds, I figured it was Black Cat.) I also haven't seen many mice, but I hope Black Cat come back and eats the two I did see.


I am so excited about this coming week I can hardly stand myself. Nearly every one of my favorite shows has its season premier!!! CSI, CSI: New York, NCIS, NCIS: LA (aka, NCIS: Eye Candy.) Next week, I won't have to watch Bridezillas on Sunday; I can catch up on all my favorite shows while I plan. Because honestly, if I don't have something to watch while I plan I get grumpy. I get resentful and start hating French words. Particularly the verbs. And particularly the passé composé. And then I start the downward spiral into "Ugh! How many more times am I going to have to teach the passé composé?" It's not a healthy place for me to go, because realistically, I haven't even taught the passé composé half as many times as I will in my career and then I want to start drinking at noon which means that I have to fight the desire to make most of examples for the passé composé devolve into elle a bu ...