It just seems to work

 

There are low flying birds barely skimming the surface of our grass.  They are going way too fast to be searching for food.  It is like they are on a mission.  Meanwhile, the guy across the street, who is much too old to be climbing ladders, is picking leaves from his gutters.  He is dropping handfuls down to the can he has set below him, but the wind is having too much fun batting them off to the side before they reach the can.

Maybe it is because of the wind that the birds are flying so low and fast.  I’m not sure how all that works.   Behind me, Cat Stephens is playing.  He is singing that it is a wild world, and from this vantage point, I’d have to agree.  Of course, I’m sitting inside, out of the wind and away from the zooming birds.

This neighborhood is plagued with wild hogs.  When they show up, they root up the lawns and make a general mess of any landscaping.  The only other disruptions come from the lawn service people running the mowers and blowers, in their attempt to keep the landscaping in check.

You can’t really tell from the view from my window that the planet is spinning over 1000 miles an hour.  Nothing appears blurry and the dogwalkers don’t seem to have an issue walking a straight line.  So far, the guy across the street hasn’t fallen off his ladder.  When you think about it, it's really quite amazing.