Today we witnessed an "attempted murder".

This morning during our usual Sunday morning walk, my wife, my daughter and I witnessed an attempted murder. It was not as shocking as you would expect. Bear with me a sec.

We were walking down one of our normal, quiet neighborhood streets on our way to our favorite coffee shop for our Sunday morning spiritual. The trip to the shop was perfect. The weather was amazing, a beautiful spring day, not a cloud in the sky, the sun beating down and a wonderful, cool breeze came from the ocean. There was the normal greetings of the neighborhood birds and their sweet sounds are one of the reasons we love these morning walks. It is what makes our neighborhood so livable.

On our way back from the coffee shop, our thirst satiated and our spirits lifted, we spotted some crows on a nearby house. My wife saw it first and noted that there was a party on the roof. I said that it was a murder of crows (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Murder_of_Crows_(literal), noting that a flock of crows was a "murder". But my wife said that it was hardly a flock (there were only three). So my daughter said that it was an "attempted murder".

Squirrel Plague

Last night we attended the Battle of the Bands at my son's high school. Tim's band tied with 7 other bands for 4th place. Tim's band, Squirrel Plague, had the largest contingent of rabid, dancing fans. Unfortunately, crowd favorites was not a category. Prior to the band taking the stage, two girls behind us were talking about Squirrel Plague coming up next. During their set, about 15 dancers entered the stage - all unplanned and spontaneous - and danced back and forth across the stage. It was a sight to be seen.

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