Out on the pergola I have a lounge chair to plotz in. It’s fairly heavy, and it’s normally a foot or so from the edge with the back against the cinder blocks and one of the support posts for the pergola to block it from sliding. Plus, the floor isn’t smooth, it’s ribbed with the planks that make up the floor. The short version is that it’s not that easy to move, even when I want to move it.
This morning everything was normal at 9:00-ish when I went out for breakfast. But about 10:45, it was cattywampus.
No harm, but my brain immediately went to, “What moved it?” Up here the wind is always a suspect, but the winds were calm. I hadn’t heard any of the wind chimes going off, and none of the other lawn chairs or anything else in the back yard had been disturbed.
No way that the squirrels could have pushed it or moved it, even if all dozen of them had pushed at once. And they were out there looking at it like they were wondering what was going on also.
Birds? The biggest we normally see are the pigeons, but they’re always on the turf, not on the chairs. What’s on the chairs are the sparrows and wrens, but they’re all way too small.
I guess it might have been one of the ravens, if it was on the back or the arm and pushed off hard to get airborne. Or a big hawk. An eagle? I haven’t seen them, but I know they’re in the area.
An earthquake will eventually toss everything around, and probably topple the pergola and break all of our windows and worse, but that obviously didn’t happen.
One of these days we’ll probably have a Great Dane and they’re quite capable, but we don’t have one yet. There’s a stray cat that is seen now and then, but again, they’re not that big.
Remember the potential triffid growing about ten feet away on the left? So far it’s my most likely candidate, if it IS a triffid and not an onion of some sort. It’s exercising its mobility and muscles and tossing furniture about willy nilly.
Or maybe we have a back yard poltergeist.
It’s a mystery.
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