This was late yesterday. We had a doozie of a storm blow through last night ........ I slept through it. But this morning I found the box with the baby birds had fallen from the top of the Pepsi machine. We put them up there because it was warmer outside than in. On top of the machine they would be high enough to avoid being a tasty delicacy for the cat and hot air rises. And ...... there was always a chance a motherly bird would adopt them. They survived the fall and have been fed and warmed in the palm of my hand (that has been washed and sanitized since). They are snuggled together in the nest in the box ......... in the office.
It is only noon and the day has already been filled with many strange things. Not so many of my regulars are here, so I didn't do the dough thing and served muffins instead. Cherished that extra two hours of sleep. So, while the coffee was being consumed and the talk was on, a lady and a child came in to purchase firewood. We don't pre-bundle the wood here at our kampground and I have been told that our bundles are generous. We deliver the wood to your site. This is a service we provide to those staying here, in our kampground. This lady was staying at the state park down the road. We are happy to sell wood and other necessities to those camping there. I took her money and called he who delivers wood and asked that he bring a bundle of wood to the office. Just like I always do. I sat down with my coffee and my friends and watched as the lady and her child got into her car and drove away before the wood arrived. We all looked at each other, kind of surprised. I suppose I could have run after her, but I haven't run much since I did the splits on Thursday. Not because I am that sore, I just don't want to do them again. I am actually a little surprised that I am not in a whole lot of pain from my amazing feat.
She returned several hours later, wondering why we had not delivered her wood. She was a little put out with me. I tried explaining that we only deliver within our kampground, but she was thoroughly miffed. I suppose she won't be staying here in the future. That's okay. She drove out the entrance drive and I would no doubt have to explain all the signs to her. It is for the best.
He who delivers firewood had news when he brought the wood up. The wind picked up the canoe that was stored on site 1A, flipped it right side up and drove it through the fence on site 2 and into the side of the 5th wheel on that site. I am waiting for Marshell to call me. I sent him a cryptic e-mail this morning about good news/bad news. Told him that we had powerful winds last night and the good news was that his motor home was fine, and the bad news was that his canoe was in Yvonne's living room. He will either call or just suddenly appear. In the mean time, I can take a measure of pleasure from messing with his head.
I noticed that the sun was a big blazing ball of orange as it was dipping low in the sky last night .... was that an omen?