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Baby Birds, Tomatoes and Tennis


  Hey, everyone. You may remember that I had a Cardinal building a nest about a foot or two from where I sit on my porch. She had two eggs in it. This morning as I drank coffee I heard an abundance of tiny chirping noises. Sure enough, the baby birds have come forth into the world and seem abundantly happy about it. They have no feathers. Good thing it was a hot day. Of course, unless she is hunting food, the mother bird sits with them and keeps them warm.
     It is hard to be in a bad mood while you listen to baby birds cheeping. It is a feeling like "Hey, the world must be okay after all, or those little rascals wouldn't make all that cute noise. Hopefully, they'll keep it quiet if a cat comes around. Cats are a bit cruel at times and could care less about cuteness.
     Hey, maybe Facebook could put the sound of baby birds cheeping on their site and measure the happiness response of their victims customers. Ha, ha. Bizarre to experiment with humans.
     A few weeks ago I was reading on one of my news apps and about every third page was an article with a picture of a rat. I hate rats so I would immediately swipe to the next page. I thought it might be some sort of profiling technique. I deleted the app. Is it any wonder that people are getting paranoid and distrustful of everyone and everything? Hence the saying, "Ignorance is bliss".
     I bought some home-grown tomatoes today. They usually start appearing in early July. I love the rich taste. I don't care for 'hot-house' tomatoes. They are better than nothing, however.
      In the sports news, I have been watching a bit of Wimbledon this week. More seeds are dropping on the grass courts than in a farmer's field. My favorite, Rafael Nadal, was sent home by Nick Kyrgios, a 19 year old Aussie yesterday. Then today, Andy Murray was defeated by Dmitrov. Wawrinka took it on the chin from Federer. Stan appeared to be slightly less than in peak condition. He played well initially, then ran out of gas and had to have the help of a doctor. Maria Sharapova made an early exit, as well.
      So, it's been a good day at the green retreat for the most part. I am stuck on my Lego Marvel Heroes game, however. No worries, I got my money's worth out of it and many times over. Hey, I went to an island where Magneto was trying to build a bachelor pad. Guess what? Have you ever heard of someone that would set their dogs on you if you trespassed? Sure. Well, Magneto set a bunch of Velociraptors on me and my compadres. Then he used his magnetic powers to collapse a metal bridge on me. I was able to whip his buddy, the Rhino, and Magneto fled from my wrath. I imagine he will have to find work where he can. I know that when I was a kid, I had a 'magic tablet'. It had iron filings in a clear plastic box. You would use a magnetic pencil to place filings on a dude's head and face. Actually, it wasn't a real guy, but rather a cardboard man, inside of a case. Wish I could remember the name of that toy... At any rate, Magneto could almost certainly get a job with that game company. With his inflated ego, I doubt that he would stoop to such work.
      May I recommend that you try the game called Edge of Tomorrow? The graphics are great and the action is intense. This is, of course, a game created from the new Tom Cruise movie. There isn't a long game here but what there is of it is terrific fun. You land on a beach and try to proceed toward enemy lines. There are squiggly, crawly monster bugs that you can shoot. You have to pick up ammunition as you advance. Eventually you hook up with a female soldier, like the movie. The game is free, the movie is not. But, for a free download, I heartily recommend the game.
     Well, I have rambled on, so I bid you goodnight, from the green retreat. I am grateful for baby birds, tomatoes and good games. Goodnight.
   I'm CE Wills.
      
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