Larks and Buzzards
November 5th, 2009
When you’re childless, and it’s summer, and you get caught in a sudden downpour, it’s kind of fun. You and the hubby squeal a bit, dash with the dog toward the nearest tree in search of shelter, maybe smooch in the rain. It’s a lark, really.
But if you are out on a walk with your baby and it’s 40 degrees and it suddenly starts raining (almost sleeting, really), it’s no longer pleasant. In fact, if I was going to assign a bird to the experience, it would be a buzzard.