Gazing out my back window, a bright flash caught the corner of my eye. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then it flashed again … and again.
Something shiny on top of our wren house was reflecting the sun; the wind was redirecting the “flash”. I walked out to the wren house and found a beer can resting on the bird house “chimney”. Hmmm, how did that get there? It was my brand of beer, but a long way from the recycling bin.
Probably one of my boys — always the jokers. Damn kids!
Thought for the Day: Even the gods love jokes.
Plato
