Backyard Drama

It was a warm summer evening, no it was not, and it was hot and muggy. I decided to do some yard work, but that did not happen. As soon as I stepped into the backyard, it started to sprinkle, not much, but enough to make me take pause for a moment. I heard the hummingbirds buzzing around, one hummingbird got within 3 feet of me. Change of plans, grabbing my camera, I was thinking I’m not going to get any yard work done tonight. I spotted movement on the other side of the pool, was it a cricket? I looked thru my 400 mm telephoto lens, no it was some kind of wasp dragging a spider. How cool was that, I lowered my lens about to step to the left and get a better angle; but before I could get my camera up, a spiny lizard ambushed the wasp taking the spider. I don’t know who was more amazed the wasp, or me because he kept going in circles for several minutes looking for the dinner that was lost.

Wow! That was cool and exciting. I was thinking what we need now is a Mississippi kite to fly over the yard. Well, once again before I could even react a Mississippi kite flew directly at me about roof top level. Then, there was another one. As I tracked the second one, which was moving way too fast for me to get a picture, I spotted another Mississippi kite in the top of the tree by the back door. OK, how long had the kite been sitting there?

You guessed it, the rest of evening, I watched and waited for the Mississippi kite to take off and hunt. Which happened many times. There is always tomorrow night for the yard work, but the Mississippi kite may or may not be sitting in my tree.

A close connection

It was the last day of the wettest May on record. It rained so much, that you could cover the entire state of Texas with 8 inches of water. And now my plane was being delayed by the lightning. I was concerned that the delay would make me miss my connecting flight at LAX to Redmond. I was surprising my folks, by dropping in on them, I had not been “home” in 7 years. We were finally on our way about an hour and half behind schedule. I had the window seat, a retired black gentleman, wearing a brown suit, was in the middle seat. We spoke a bit, he was on his way back home, retired from the City of LA and still lives there. I was only half way listening to him. He, said that he was moved to this flight from a later flight, and he didn’t say why they moved him up. We made it to Los Angeles with 30 minutes to spear. We were assured that the connecting flights knew that we were coming. When I got off the plane, I was not sure where I was suppose to go. I noticed the gentleman who was seated next to me, he was waiting to show me how to get to the other terminal. We walked a little ways, he directed me on which way to go. I thanked him and scurried off. I made it to my gate 10 minutes before the plane was suppose to depart. I saw that the gate attendant walked away before I got there. I got her attention and asked if I had time to use the restroom. She looked surprised and said “I am closing this gate right now”. Well, I guess I will have to hold it and got on the plane. Storing my camera bag in the upper storage, sitting down, the steward closed the plane door. Now that is what I call a little too close for me, if the gentleman had not helped me, saving me only minutes. I would have missed the only flight to Redmond that day. Was he an angel? I think so.