The Morning Paper

I went outside this morning to pickup the Sunday newspaper. I paused, noticed the rather heavy dew, a piece of trash that someone had dropped in the street and started walking back toward the door.

Suddenly there was a lot of noise emanating from a tree in my neighbor's front yard. I casually glanced up and noted that there were 10 or 12 swallows fussing, fighting and maybe doing a little mating dance in the tree.

I headed on to the house but stopped. Hmmm, its March 19. Aren't those birds supposed to have an appointment about 20 miles south of here in Capistrano this morning.