Opportunity hardly ever knocks at my door but if it did, I'd be one happy old gal, waiting there with camera in hand to take a picture of it.
Yesterday James was doing what it is that he does at the shop down on the farm and he began hearing the sound of a large airplane. The noise kept getting louder, and louder, until he just had to drop what he was doing and check to see if he needed to haul his old butt elsewhere to avoid being landed upon. The noise maker was a Fedex DC10 that was flying so low that James said "if I weren't as blind as a bat, I'da been able to see what kind of tires he had on that landing gear." (which was down by the way). He said the plane circled over the shop a couple of times, then climbed and crossed the levee and circled back before finally flying on southward (still flying just above the treetops).
We're still wondering if it was trying to find a place to make an emergency landing, nothing on the news about it though. Weird.
I rarely encounter such cool stuff as that. The helicopter that circled my autumn sunflowers two years in a row hasn't even come back. They must have decided once and for all that I had a brain larger than a walnut and those were not marijuana plants growing out there beside my shed. Kinda makes me sad, sometimes I could use a little more of that kind of excitement in my life.