The Mysterious Smudge

Cleo watched the activity Wednesday evening with interest.
She had never seen anything quite like it.

O&H had put the final touches on their nest over the weekend.

They have built a beautiful nest, but what’s wrong with the doctor’s camera?


The Smudge


The mysterious smudge came from nowhere.  Harriett nor the multiple H. sapiens involved in this project have yet to explain it.

“It’s on the inside,” said the Doctor, referring to the mysterious smudge.
“No, it’s on the outside.” The Female H. sapien voiced her opinion.

The IT engineer agreed with the Female H sapien.  “It’s on the outside of the inside,” he said.

The Doctor really thought it was on the inside of the outside. But he cannot remember if condensation forms on the outside or the inside, or if fog forms on the inside of the outside.

The outside-the-inside possibility worried the Doctor very much.

“How can I clean the outside if it’s not the inside, with the birds on the outside?” He thought.

“Inside the outside should have responded to the camera’s anti-fog technology, which is in the inside, but it did not.”

This convinced the IT engineer that the problem was on the outside. The Doctor was not sure the heater inside the outside was functioning properly. If not, it is more likely to be on the inside than the outside, reasoned the Doctor.

Nonetheless, the female H sapien, that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest on the bank of the North River, arranged for an outsider to inspect the outside to rule out the problem was in the inside. This expert initially proclaimed the problem was on the inside.

The Doctor’s heart sank like a 3 pound sinker on 5 test monofilament line.

“There is no way the camera can be replaced at this stage if it is defective. That is; if the mysterious smudge is growing from the inside.”

The Doctor feared this entire season was lost to the web cam just outside the nest.

The camera actually has a built-in heater for the very purpose of removing condensation from the lens. The Doctor and his IT adviser worked tirelessly Monday and Tuesday, 48 hours straight, to rid their new camera the unexplained menace.

No success.

There was very little wind Wednesday evening, but there was a red rag..

The bright red cloth, went to work immediately.

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Arf! barked Cleo. Marley barked too, “Arf! Arf!” But he only barked because Cleo had barked.

Now look at the live feed. It is clear, the red cloth knew what it was doing, no pun intended.

Note the clarity of the live feed.

“Arf!” Cleo barked approvingly.

The two love birds turn their heads in unison and acknowledged Cleo’s approval.



About Harriett Raptor

Harriett O. Raptor 8-year-old mother of five, lifelong mate of Ozzie Raptor until he perished last year, fluent in telepathy with The Doctor and possessor of genetic memory. She is an intellectual, a scholar, philosopher and thinker; a wise, learned osprey especially distinguished for her expertise on the H. sapiens problem.
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2 Responses to The Mysterious Smudge

  1. Vicky says:

    And the picture is perfect!!! Thanks, Doctor for sharing!!!

  2. The mysterious smudge has me most complexed. I have racked my brain for the etiology. The female H sapien that lives with me also has no clue. Harriett does not seem concerned I guess she is too busy in pursuit of her breeding instincts to give it much thought. After all, what does she care what we can see and what we can’t see. I’ve been a little bit perturbed at her recently. She will not maintain a telepathic conversation for more than a couple minutes. I have many things that I like to discuss with her, but she acts like she just doesn’t have the time.

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