Mistah C's First Father's Day Gift

No, I did not get him anything. I could not hope to get him something this good.

Sometime last week, our rowdy band of neighbors set up a pitching net on the lawn outside our living room window. It's been used by both adults and children. The pitching was a little distracting mid-week and it was certainly distracting during De-Lovely.

When the little band of children playing with it scampered off and left their softballs next to the net on Saturday, my darling husband said, "I wish someone would take those balls if they're going to leave them out like that."

Sunday morning, we were watching a coyote out our kitchen window. It was a young coyote who was throwing a stick up in the air and catching it like a puppy. I didn't realize coyotes were so goofy until we lived here. All of a sudden, the coyote stumbled across an errant softball.

The coyote abandoned the stick, chewed on the ball for a minute, then trotted off into the underbrush with the ball in its mouth like a dog. We laughed until our sides hurt. Those kids are not getting that ball back now.