I looked out the sliding glass door this morning expecting to see Sedona racing toward the house in anticipation of her breakfast. That is not what I saw. Instead, there was my golden girl sitting by the fence, ears forward and staring intently into Clark's yard, her feathered tail making little thump thumps in the snow. I craned my neck a little further and observed Clark was putting seed in the bird feeders. I watched as he stepped away from the feeder and toward the garage. I felt a bit sad for sad for Sedona for it looked as if her beloved Clark was going inside. Of course, I was wrong and her faithfulness was rewarded. The next moment, Clark was headed toward the fence and the affection that transpired between the two was priceless. He reached over and she stood up, moving into his outstretched hands. For the next 30 seconds I watched as he petted and talked to her while she showed her adoration with repeated happy hops and an upturned face. I tell you, it was magical. I love them both.
My other reason for smiling this morning is Google's daily feature: A celebration of renowned British archaeologist and anthropologist
Mary Leakey's 100th birthday (she died in 1996). Mary was one of my childhood heroes. I dreamed then of going on sandy excavations in Egypt and wind-swept digs on the savannas of Africa. Some day, some how, I will get out on a dig. Happy Birthday, Mary. Thanks for the inspiration!
