I think the weather has made a mistake, too. We had a significant snowfall in my part of the world last night. Waking up to a shroud of white covering the ground did not lift my spirits. I suppose it's a pretty enough scene for mid February, but it's April goddammit!
From my study window I can see the little clutch of sparrows that gather around the feeder every morning waiting for breakfast. But alas and alack I finished a feedbag yesterday and won't be refilling the feeder for a while. There's a rat who visits our backyard to eat seeds that have fallen on the ground. Its nest is under the neighbours' porch, adjacent to the feeder.
So now I have to watch the poor birdies wondering where breakfast is, and the current snow cover won't help them find food elsewhere. I feel like a heel. But the rat has to go, and I can't say anything to the neighbours until I've stopped supplying food for it. I'm assuming they don't like their resident rodent any more than I do.
Until this past year I'd never encountered any rats at all. So I knew something was up when I started seeing them in unexpected places last summer. Then they turned up with alarming frequency on what was supposed to be a dream trip to Bali last fall. But this last one's way too close to home.
The appearance of rats in my life is a deep message. Although I figured out what the message meant while I was in Bali last year, it seems I still haven't really learned Rat's lesson well enough. So now I must sacrifice the pleasure of sweet birds in my backyard to eradicate a nasty, urban pest.

I guess I've still got some work to do, not the least of which is getting rid of the rat next door. When that happens, I'll take it as a good sign. And that's no mistake.
- G.P.
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