MY FELLOW AMERICANS!

This blogger, early in the morning, is an antisocial old cuss. The only folks I want to see outside the building at an ungodly hour are big and black. And loud. Big and black and loud. And flappity. Big, black, loud, flappity crows. I like crows. And turkey vultures. There are crows here, no turkey vultures. One good thing about Marin County, where I work, is that there are both types of Avian Americans there. Crows along the berm and cawing on the streetlight braces, plus turkey vultures soaring over the freeway looking for deceased drunkdriven yutzes or smaller verminous creatures.

Here in San Francisco it is rare, pretty much unlikely, that you will ever see a turkey vulture. Crows, yes. There is a corvid couple in my neighborhood one or other of whom will occasionally caw from a roof edge or other vantage point.

Crows are extremely likeable creatures. They add character to a neighborhood.
So why is a car with Texas plates parked outside the building?
I do not want to see that at all.

Unless they have left-over pizza for the crows.

Perhaps the visiting Texans are actually refugees? Got tired of governor Abbott trying to tell them how many foetuses they're required to nurture in their loins, or representative Louis Gomert waffling on about how outer space should not be woke and modern or even have DEI because it would doom humanity if there weren't any fertile women in addition to red-blooded heterosexual men on the space station if we get hit by an asteroid and they have to repopulate the planet (yep, he actually speechified about that). Louis Gomert is probably still outraged that the gay un-Christians in the Forest Service would not change the orbits of the earth and the moon to fight climate change (June 2021).

That's quite understandable. All of us are tired of Texas twaddle.

Still, they should probably be driving through the great American outback with guns blazing running over space aliens and cartelistas, Mad Max style, instead of parked on my street. That's more their place. It feels wrong to have them here.

No doubt the crows think so too.

I don't see any pizza.

Useless!



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