Here is a screen grab from today of the third and last hawk that has yet to leave the nest above the Cornell University athletic fields:
And here’s today’s Agnes episode as she makes her yearly attempt to go off the high dive at the pool:
AGNES by Tony Cochran
The hawk is 70 feet above the athletic field
and Agnes is probably only about 10 feet from the water.
Still.
I very much empathize with both of them
as they summon the energy and courage to take the plunge.
Okay.
I know I have talent, but I'm for sure also wielding my perseverance
(although I hope not in a bludgeon-esque manner).
(Fine for you, Agnes, but you can bet I'm not waiting around to be appointed dictator.)
AGNES by Tony Cochran
I've gotta admit I'm with Agnes on this one: Why do only humans shave?
AGNES by Tony Cochran
Happy New Year, friends!
May 2012 be filled with nacho-bearing pals!
(Okay, a few words: Churchy and Albert are characters from the Pogo comic strip
and they're what my brother and I played with way back when. These and other characters
came in boxes of Biz Laundry Detergent but we no longer have the originals so I bought
these guys on ebay and made them little vests just like the old days.)
AGNES by Tony Cochran
It's not just the long, skinny feet that make Agnes and me kindred spirits.
AGNES by Tony Cochran
I am exceedingly freckled and in possession of several sharpies.
Perhaps it's time to deviate from my regularly scheduled program . . .
Originally published at Tracy Abell: Writer. Runner. Birder.. You can comment here or there.
AGNES by Tony Cochran
I’m crazy-busy getting ready for the conference so my emotional state is neither happy nor indifferent. I guess my song goes something like “if you’re brain-fried and you know it, clap your hands!”
Then again, I’ve never polled well, either.
I wonder if Agnes will deliver meals to my home?
