December 27, 2014 – I played my piccolo today! I marched in and out of our run blowing air into its stainless steel casing with so much pomp and circumstance that my feet hardly hit the ground. Wilma was not at all thrilled with the musical interlude and proved that point by throwing a swim flipper at the back of my head. Where she got it, I do not know, but I’ll be adding it to my pile of treasures.
Not to be deterred, I zig-zagged around the smelly bush and paraded up to the side yard. The tune I tooted was bright and peppy and its notes lingered as I traveled behind the duck house and under the window of the bantam’s condo. I finished with a glass shattering note from an evergreen log in the grove, before hopping down and scouring the ground for acorn caps. My plan is to recycle them into safety helmets for hummingbirds. The idea came to me in a dream last night. Those things are always flying backwards. It’s a miracle there hasn’t been more hummingbird accidents! My invention will revolutionize headwear and save millions of the little buggers in the process.
When I was done, I climbed the summit of Yoga Rock and inhaled deeply. It’s one of my favorite places to unwind and offers a breathtaking view of the yard. From my vantage point, I could see Mom heading toward our run carrying a bowl brimming with treats. That was enough serenity for me! I slipped my piccolo into my satchel and jumped off the rock. I half flew/half ran the rest of the way until I skidded into the run sideways and landed under the treat bowl in time to catch a wayward strand of spaghetti before it hit the ground.
Life is good where I live.