What I’m reading: Tunnel in the Sky
(I like to revisit Heinleins juveniles every 6 months or so, jsut for a refresher on the great one.)
Took a short hike with Molly this morning (Sandra was still recuperating), trail was packed with people, we probably passed 6 or 7 people, which makes for a not fun walk, so I bagged it.
We have crows out here (Ravens?) that are the size of small dinosaurs, easily they stand 2 feet high and have got to weigh in the 10 to 15 pound range. One of these insolent beasts stole Molly’s meaty rib bone this morning. Molly turned her back and this thing swooped in, all rustling feathers and cawing beak and grabbed the bone. Molly stood there dumbstruck. I ink she saw the angel of death coming at her. The bone had to have weighed close to half a pound itself. Damn bird. Molly now (Better late than never) has a hard on for the crows. Even if they are just flying by.
988 words down, Becca born and died all in a teeny tiny chapter. It was fun to write, I hop[e readers get as much of a kick out of it as I do.
Gonna do Pizza for dinner, becasue, well, it’s sunday and sunday cries out for pizza. Probably sausage. I am hoping the girls are cooking them tonight and not the guys.