May 3, Houston: The big one -- the Inprint reading -- occurs at the Alley Theatre on Monday, May 3. Do not miss it or you'll be sorry. I'm not kidding -- I'm going to say the craziest, most intellectual yet hilarious stuff I can think of, and I'll be sharing the stage with the ultra sexy Oscar Casares, too.
June 24, Houston: I'm one of the peeps scheduled to read at Poison Pen, at Houston's famous Poison Girl bar. Besides me, everyone there will be ultra, *super* sexy. Come see me and drink!
June 26, Washington, DC: I'll be reading at the American Library Association conference. Come on down.
My other blog: Go read my the Houston Chronicle parenting blog (or my ChronMomBlog, as I like to call it) and make sure my kids won't resent me more than other kids resent their own parents.
Buy my new novel, Lone Star Legend. Already did? Well, buy a few more for your friends, then. :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Back YardRegular visitors to my back yard include a young squirrel, a tiny and voracious wren, and several mourning doves.
Today it's unseasonably, beautifully warm - about 78 degrees - and I have the flu. But I went outside for a moment in case the sun would do me some good. I took my windchimes from the patio chair where they've been rotting for several months, and hung them.
I didn't have enough hooks plugged into the house, but I went ahead and hung two chimes from my pear tree. It's not windy enough to make them ring. It would be a surprise for later, then, the sound they make.
Just now I heard one ringing. It was because a mourning dove landed in the pear tree. I thought the chime would scare him away, but it didn't.
That's all. I'm glad it's warm today. I wish I was less flu-fully tired, because then I could go buy flowers to plant, or something. But I'm exhausted. In a little while, I'll probably go back to sleep. Again.
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2:50 PM #Comments:
Aw, mourning doves! I love how gentle they are and how they'll sit there and groom each other. They're probably my favourite birds.Maybe I just feel protective toward them because they're not very bright. I remember at my parents' house how it was always such a big event when one figured out how to land on the bird feeder.
Hope you're feeling better, Miss G.
# posted by
Cate : 11:35 AM
Hi Gwen,
I hope you are feeling better soon, being sick is the pits. I'm fighting some bug or other that has got me under the weather for three weeks now, and I'm tired of being sick and tired!
I think morning doves mate for life? We have them here too, and I love the sounds they make.
Janice~
# posted by
Janice : 1:15 AM
Cate, dead on about the mourning doves. The most remarkable things about them are their name and their song.
I learned that they rely on camouflage as pretty much their sole defense against predators -- they freeze in place and hope that their surroundings will take care of the rest.
Great plan when they're in their nests, among the light brown dirt. Bad plan everywhere else, including: Black pavement, green grass, pale yellow backyard deck, anywhere that isn't light brown dirt.
Our dogs used to chase the mourning doves when they were puppies. By the time the dogs were adults they would just avoid the birds like large, stupid stones.
# posted by
Mike : 3:32 PM
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