Tsunami or Earthquake?

September 2,2007 at 7:15am a strange bird landed in a tree near the cabin while I was on my swing on the back porch meditating. What bird was this? It was the color of extra creamy, homemade vanilla ice cream, with a black ring around it's neck. It was beautiful. After much contemplating, I decided it was some kind of dove. I thought it strange that after hunting doves in South Texas for some twenty years, I had never seen a dove like this. After a finale observation with my binoculars, I looked it up in my bird book. Low and behold it was a dove, a Ringed Turtle Dove. Reading further, I discovered it's an escapee who's habitat is Los Angeles, California. I must admit, I thought it looked tired as it nestled it's head in it's breast and took a nap. Well now, what was this dove doing here in the Texas Hill Country? Perhaps an omen, or was it just following all the other californians who are relocating in Texas. My daughter Sarah was here for the Labor Day weekend, so we discussed the significance of the bird's arrival. Why had a Ringed Necked Dove migrated with some haste to our cabin? Why was this bird forced to make a fast get-away? Obviously, the only conclusion to be reached was that as animals leave the area where they normally live, disasters arrive. California being on the Pacific Ocean makes it vunerable to Tsunamis. We also all know they have had many earthquakes. Hence our conclusion. If the fires have not moved the birds, perhaps a tsunami or earthquake is imminent. We know animals leave as fast as they can before these catastrophic events. We called my son Dan in California and related this story to him. We also told him about our conclusions. All was quiet in Californis at this time except for the fires. Sarah remained at the cabin while had breakfast with a friend at the Bowling Club at a nearby town. Much to my surprise when I got home, Sarah said Dan had called and had just felt the unusual movement of his house during yet another earthquake! Oh My! What now? The arrival of a dove means many things here at the cabin. The dove that flew into my front window, broke it's neck and died was comsumed for dinner that evening. Yum. Yum. What will tomarrow bring here at tha cabin? I can hardly wait? Such is life at the cabin. Cara and Cabin Gang minus one dove.