End of the weekin'

The skiers got away a bit later than expected, but it had been a late night. They had pretty good conditions at Stevens, despite the heavy rains they encountered on the way up to the pass.
We held down the fort, kind of dazed from short sleep, kept to the usual routine. We heard a telltale drilling sound, and looked up to find a flicker at the top of a telephone pole; we watched it for a while, and hummingbirds seemed to be divebombing it. We wondered why they would identify a big harmless bird as a threat, but decided their little brains only have one mode.