takeout... and falcons
Apr. 16th, 2020 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asakiyumeWe have gotten takeout three times since quarantine began. Each time, the dance has been different.
First time, the healing angel did the pickup: the restaurant had all the bags of takeout sitting out front, with names on them. The healing angel lit down, picked up our bag, and returned to our nest.**
Second time, I did the pickup. We placed the order and then the restaurant called when we could come and get it. They slid open a speakeasy-like slot and pushed the bag out onto a wide counter, and I reached up and took it.
Today, I did the pickup ... and this time I had to actually knock on the restaurant's inner door. A staffperson brought me my credit card slip to sign (this hadn't been necessary in the other two cases). We were both wearing masks but it was still surprising to be face to face with someone. I signed, left the slip on a bench, and the staffperson picked it up and left the bag there for me to take.
**speaking of nests, for many years UMass Amherst has had a falcon cam to watch as the peregrine falcons living at the top of the 28-story WEB DuBois library [third-tallest library in the world!] lay eggs, hatch young, and rear them to young adulthood. This year the female seems to be consorting with two males, both of whom are bringing her food as she sits on the eggs. It's a menage-à-trois! I thought ofosprey_archer's latest, The Threefold Tie.
First time, the healing angel did the pickup: the restaurant had all the bags of takeout sitting out front, with names on them. The healing angel lit down, picked up our bag, and returned to our nest.**
Second time, I did the pickup. We placed the order and then the restaurant called when we could come and get it. They slid open a speakeasy-like slot and pushed the bag out onto a wide counter, and I reached up and took it.
Today, I did the pickup ... and this time I had to actually knock on the restaurant's inner door. A staffperson brought me my credit card slip to sign (this hadn't been necessary in the other two cases). We were both wearing masks but it was still surprising to be face to face with someone. I signed, left the slip on a bench, and the staffperson picked it up and left the bag there for me to take.
**speaking of nests, for many years UMass Amherst has had a falcon cam to watch as the peregrine falcons living at the top of the 28-story WEB DuBois library [third-tallest library in the world!] lay eggs, hatch young, and rear them to young adulthood. This year the female seems to be consorting with two males, both of whom are bringing her food as she sits on the eggs. It's a menage-à-trois! I thought of
osprey_archer's latest, The Threefold Tie.
