February 16, 2012
Some kind of omen
The ancient Greeks and Romans, and other peoples as well, frequently sought for signs or omens in the flight of birds or actions of various animals.
If I leaned that way, I'd be searching for the message in this: early this morning the Spousal Unit and I saw something unusual while walking our boxer. First, there was a weird sound on the hill that reminded me of crows cawing. Then, in the early light, we saw three shapes moving which turned out to be possums. Two of them got into a pretty serious fight while one looked on (unless they were mating in a most unseemly and indecorous manner). Our best guess is that two males were fighting over a female.
It was quite a possum zoot suit riot. I've seen a few possums in my day, but never anything quite like this.
I wonder what the Romans would have made of it...
The only thing I know for sure is that those guys were lucky Arpad, our Great Pyrenees, sat this walk out. He has long since declared unconditional war on all such creatures and would have taken all three out in the blink of an eye.
MINE SAFETY. Here's my latest rant in the Gazette.
A DEAL has apparently been reached on extending unemployment insurance.
PLUTOCRACY VS. DEMOCRACY. The latter is the underdog.
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