Wednesday

The new bird (the Mississippi Kite) is still here. I've heard her (him?) calling (a short, five- or six-note call that sounds like she's chuckling to herself -- hee! hee-hee-hee-hee, and just a minute ago s/he was perched in the same tree as yesterday, an ash tree in our backyard with a few dead branches, so that's s/he's very visible. She sat there, just surveying -- somewhere a car door slammed and she snapped her head around to find the sound; otherwise she was very calm. She knew I was there, and when Chango went out she watched her traipse around the yard but showed no other interest. :-)

Sunny and warm. Still reading The Sisters Brothers, and it really does sound like an Old West version of Pulp Fiction. Charlie and Eli Sisters are hired gunmen (Eli, the narrator, says, "We're the opposite of lawmen."), and they're on their way from Oregon to California to ... kill someone. Along the way they've already killed ... eleven people, I think. They're all people who have insulted/harassed them in some way, but yeah, eleven is a lot in 170 pages (the paperback copy I have is 325 pages long). I would be astonished if someone has not picked this up for a movie yet.