Mother Nature - 3, Bryan Ripley Crandall - 0. I Am Reading Her Signs

It was absolutely gorgeous yesterday so I ran a few more miles than I normally do. I whistled in the sun and took pleasure in seeing so many people outside enjoying the warmth and working on their lawns.
About mile 3, I felt like something fell from a tree or that I dropped something, but I looked down and said, "It must have been a seed or tree blossom."

I realized when I got home, however, that a bird shat on my shoulder. Those are Mulberry seeds mixed with bird feces. Joy. It's like graduation, 2000, all over again.

Shhhhhh. It Happens.

When I got home, I brought a few items to my basement for storage and I found a mole by the furnace. I was down there yesterday, so he was rather fresh.

Then, while cleaning up the garage I found a little mouse (well, he wasn't as fresh as the mole).

Thanks, Spring, for sharing so much life with me.

I don't have Lossine here to throw at, so I had to bury them away (or I could put them in the mail, but that would be terribly cruel...I can here him say, "What's wrong with you?").

It's too bad that Saturday started with all of this, because otherwise it was a really awesome day. Blue skies, blooming trees, greening grass, singing birds, and even few butterflies.
I'm sad that these guys, though, won't be around to appreciate it. I'm also wondering how they went. I wonder if the mole went mad trying to find his way out of the basement (how he got in is beyond me) or if the mouse froze to death during the winter months. Maybe they told their wives, "I'll be right back. I'm heading up to the store to get some Milk and I might stop at Tommy's to have a couple of beers." Then they never found their way home.

Poor fellows were swept into a dustpan and thrown to the woods.

RIP, little guys. Hope there's cheese and grubs for you in the afterlife.