“I knew it was coming.
Unbeknownst to most, osprey can sense and predict the weather much better that humans.
There is a subspecies of humans that believe they have special powers, when it comes to predicting the weather. They believe they have a rare recessive gene that gives them this ability. It also gives them large egos, an actor want-a-be complex, good looks and white teeth. The particular human of interest, to which I refer, is called a Meteorologist. I only mention this as a fleeting humorous observation I have made of humanity.
Now let us get more serious.
This hurricane they call “Arthur” is really just an area of low pressure originating in the tropics with winds that began spinning counter-clockwise a few days ago. When the wind speed reached 74 mph, everyone started calling “Arthur”.
The Doctor is confident our platform-nest can withstand this class 1 hurricane. I think so too. But make no mistake, this hurricane is a threat to Tweedy, Ozzie and myself. We will do the best we can do. What else is there? Isn’t that what we all do? The best we can do, being honest and truthful to ourselves and the ones we love?”
This was the last communication I had with Harriett last night. Now steel your heart for some bad news.
Thursday July 3, 2014. 8:38 PM
9:09 and 48 sec.
Friday July 4, 2014.
Harriett comes back to survey the damage.
But, she does not contact me. I have tried to contact her three or four times today. She does not respond.