The Coffee Lady sent me this.

I'd never seen funny Hugh Laurie.
This is the funniest I've ever seen him:

I haven't been outside yet but it's possible the awful humidity has broken and it's 75. This, my friends, is news.

Across the street and behind another building there is a cell tower (as romantic as that may sound). At the top of the cell tower there is a hawk's nest. In the hawk's nest, according to Oldest (a great lover/observer of suburban wildlife) there are baby hawks (hawklets?) and these baby hawks do not shut up. While I greatly look forward to opening all of our windows (and today may finally be the day!) I hear their incessant noise and cringe. Yes, yes, it is amazing that a couple of hawks live across the street from us but you'd whinge too if your neighbors were this noisy.

Word from the big boys?
Back from dinner out, Middle texted that Oldest was "silly" and ordered The Death Sauce on his wings.
I recommended Rolaids.

No storm. Not even a breeze. Pitiful. Tis the season, though.


Anonymous said…
What ho, Blackbird! Thank you for that! It pleased me to recognize, either by episode or from reading almost everything by Wodehouse, all of those Bertie Wooster stories. If you've not sat and watched Hugh Laurie as Bertie Wooster, you're missing out. It's so funny you'll laugh and laugh until your joints hurt--like LUPUS!
And, you HAVE TO READ HIS BOOK. Because his writing is more hysterical than his performances as an actor.

We have a soda-can-sized screech owl causing the same problem in our 'hood--only all night instead of all day. I hope you get a balmy, gusty day soon.
'Tis glorious here! I want to run naked through the forest and weave chestnuts in and out of...oh, wait, wrong blog.

Ok. One summer we rented an adorably decorated tiny cottage right on Beach Road half a mile from Nauset. A dream! Until we discovered that a very large hawk took up residence on a telephone pole in the yard every day from 8 a.m. to 5 (must be a union thing) and SCREECHED. GODDAMM HAWK was the mantra of the week.
Anonymous said…
Bertie Wooster and Stephen Fry as Jeeves -- I need to request some of those videos from the library. And I just learned from your other commenter that Laurie has a book!

Glad that Earl gave you a break. Hope the hawks do, too. (Scolding chipmunks are equally annoying here.)
Jen said…
Ah, memories. The first time my Agatha saw Wooster, she asked me, "Why didn't they give his aunt more of an old lady name?"
Anonymous said…
This post urges me to recommend two things to you, unless you aleady know them.

Hugh Laurie in Sense and Sensibility. (Plus your other fave, Alan Rickman, is in it). He is very obnoxious, quite funny, in a sad sort of way. And the other is Pale Male, the movie about the red-tailed hawk that lives/ed in Manhattan. Those are actually two of my very favorite films.

Wendy said…
I think I'd prefer the baby hawks to my neighbor's wind chimes. At least the babies will eventually fly away. Is it considered vandalism to cut them down?
Poppy B. said…
You haven't seen Laurie as Bertie Wooster?

Or on Black Adder?

*S*E*R*I*O*U*S*L*Y* ????

This must be rectified immediately, if not sooner.
Duyvken said…
Funny Hugh is my favourite Hugh.
Have you come across musical Hugh yet?
--V said…
Might I also recommend "A Bit of Fry and Laurie" to you? I can't remember how many series they did for BBC, but they came out on DVD over here a few years back. You can probably find it on Netflix, if nowhere else. It's sketch comedy, starring (and written by) Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry. I think this is what they were doing when they got asked to be Jeeves and Wooster.

It's good stuff. I once described the show to my Mom as Monty Python's illegitimate son.
alice c said…
Bypass the whole Hugh Laurie experience and go straight for Alan Rickman in Sense and Sensibility.