Sitting on my porch listening to the sounds of nature. The symphony of various bird species chirps. I don’t know my birds nor their calls but I want to. There’s that scarlet red one there. I really would like to know what it is.
My thoughts are interrupted by a thud as a a squirrel falls out of a tree and quickly scampers to its paws. I wonder what happened. Perhaps, its companion pushed it out. After all, there it is peering at its pal on the ground from its branch several meters up. Gangsta squirrels! Speaking of I had a encounter with a brazen one just the other day. I had opened the front door and walked away only to have this squirrel scamper in. Right there in the middle of the living room is where I met it when I came back. At least it had the good sense to turn around and leave. Seriously! I don’t mind sharing the world with animals, but boundaries. Please, boundaries.
Oh wait.What is that? No sirens but here comes flashing red, blue, and yellow lights. First a police car, then a fire-engine, then a paramedic van and they stop in front of me. I half begin to wonder “oh oh, what have I done?” But they go into the house across from me. I think to myself. I did see a lady come back home but I didn’t hear any ruckus. Obviously, I’ve watched one too many crime shows. But it turns out an elderly man there is in distress. They bring him out on a stretcher, upright. He’s wearing an oxygen mask. I always wondered about the first few moments of a patient’s trip to the emergency room. Not too much drama from my vantage point in this case. He probably will arrive to the emergency room at a local hospital with a chief complaint of “found down”, “shortness of breath”, “chest pain” or something like that.
Well, I guess that takes away the desire for the mangoes. It is Monday night after all. Got to put the trash and recycling out.