
Sunday night’s all right for setting

Well, the nesting part of this story was a huge success. I’m glad I climbed up and took photos of their parents feeding them when I did; that time came and went pretty quickly! As a parent myself, I know just how that goes. At the moment we’re transferring videotapes of our little boys to DVD and it’s amazing to watch videos of PJ from only a year and a half ago, when he was a newborn. I don’t even want to think of what it’ll be like when our two boys leave the nest! I’m told that time is coming faster than we think.
This statue is 20 years old this year. Although Eagles Park has been around seemingly forever, it’s interesting to note that the statue that features so prominently (even from Washington Street a block away) is a relatively new fixture.
The plane will have left Bismarck by now, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to see it before it departed. I’m told there will be a B-17 bomber at the Jamestown air show this year, but I’m not sure if it’s this one. I also don’t know if a curious blogger would get the chance to climb around on it with his camera! This may have been my only opportunity to see a piece of aviation history. Thankfully I was able to seize it.
There’s always the chance that this sidewalk is going to hang a sharp right and connect with the adjacent driveway, whose corner is protruding into the bottom right corner of this photo. In that case, the money is probably coming from somewhere other than the funding from this job, and will have to be done seperately and at greater expense. After all, I’m sure some ADA money went to the little slab you see here, but the sidewalk itself would have to be paid for by other city funds. Ain’t government grand? At least it’s good for an occasional laugh…albeit at our own expense.
Robins tried this routine two years ago in May in the same location, and I posted photos of the mom guarding her nest. Sadly, the robins abandoned the nest unexpectedly, leaving me to simply wonder what had happened and whether they would come back. When they didn’t, I took the nest down and that was the end of it. 2007 didn’t bring any robins to this particular perch, so I was a bit surprised to find them there this spring. Thankfully the results are better, since we have three hungry babies successfully hatched therein!
Dad seems to be a little put out by the sight of me lying on the roof of the addition to our house, camera at the ready. It didn’t stop him completely from bringing home the bacon, but he was plenty nervous. I’m going to give them a lot of space as they raise the little ones, but on occasion I’ll see if I can get any photos of the baby robins’ progress.
Yes, “we” were once at war with the indigenous people of this land…that’s part of our history. Likewise, they were occasionally at war with each other, and I’m quite certain that everyone in the USA comes from a race or nationality that was run roughshod over by an invading army at one time or another. That’s just the way history has played out.
I’ve interviewed Native American soldiers who served in the US Army during Korea and later wars. While many of them still carry around a lot of angst over the history of our various peoples, they were still willing to fight and die for this land as it currently stands. Take, for instance, the Standing Rock color guard I mentioned earlier. I was proud to see them standing at the memorial services last Memorial Day. Was it because of their skin color or race? No. Was it some sort of “white guilt” or a wave of political correctness whelming my soul? No. It was pride in these fellas who are actually members of a “nation within a nation” as it were.
While I recognize that the tribes are sovereign, I have to admit I’m confused as to what that means at the bottom line. Regardless, these men served on our behalf. Sure, there are still individuals harboring prejudice against each other’s race…but I still say we’ve come a long way from the days depicted on those elevator doors. The USA still has some promises to keep, but I’d rather face the hurdles with optimism rather than bitterness. Easy for a white guy to say, sure…but I still just see people as people. If all we ever did was hate anyone whose ancestors wronged our ancestors, you couldn’t find two people in this world to get along. I prefer healing.
I was excited to see this car, although I must say that I prefer the new Corvettes to the old. A friend of mine used to let me drive his ’64 Stingray convertible a lot, and that was nice because the car is such a classic, but the new ones are bristling with technology and far outperform the originals. It’s like comparing old and new Star Trek or old and new Van Halen…classic hot rods and modern sports cars are two different animals entirely.
I took a lot of pics during my walk around Buggies ‘n’ Blues, but haven’t had time to go through them. They may show up around here sometime down the road. I did see Governor Hoeven and his wife perusing the rows of cars, although I doubt he’s as much of a motorhead as his predecessor. I also drove out to the fly-in at the Mandan Airport, but didn’t see anything noteworthy going on out there. I suspect I was too late.
The cool, wet weather has somewhat masked the fact that this is the time of year when lots of really cool outdoor activities take place in North Dakota. According to Too Tall Tom, very warm weather is around the corner. For now I’ll just be thankful for the rain, and enjoy the outdoor stuff in the baking heat when it arrives.
After I took that last photo of him, he flapped away to parts unknown. Maybe some time down the road I’ll see him or some of the other herons that inhabit this area.