Tomatillo Trauma Two

A nice tomatillo meets a mean old marble and gets blasted to fragments.

 

And I get to sweep up the fragments.

 

I had a nice little adventure towards the end of my Sunday bike ride. As I was passing some fields near the Camarillo Airport, I saw a group of little peepers next to the curb.

 

I turned around and realized the little critters has jumped off the curb and could not get back up.

 

Mom and Dad were nearby going nuts trying to convince me with "wounded" bird moves that they were the obvious target of my carnivorous intent.

 

I must have looked pretty comical trying to hunt down the chicks and boost them up the curb, but I got it done. And the frantic parents were doing their best to win an Oscar for best damaged bird.

 

Those chicks were so cute. I found out later they were killdeer.

 

And as I bicycled away they continued to lead me away from the kids.

 

Bravo!

 

And like the hypocrite I am, I fixed chicken for dinner that night. You gotta draw the line somewhere :-)

 

Cheers.

Done