Angus and I stood at the open door watching the world wearing its new sunshine and waiting for the planets to be aligned in such a way as to allow his exit from the house. It's a delicate operation, his leaving the house: it needs to be timed perfectly . . . and Angus is the only judge. So we stood and waited.
A flash of movement in the driveway: a gray squirrel dashing from the lawn toward the stone wall, a red-winged blackbird swooping, herding him from five feet above his head.
As I stood contemplating what I had just seen, thinking, "Now, there's something I've never seen before, although I bet it happens all the time," the scene repeated itself in all its parts, except that the bird was a robin. Squirrel #2 dashed at the same speed as had squirrel #1, the robin flew at exactly the same height as had the blackbird, and the whole second scene was over . . . the squirrel up the stone wall, the bird off up into the sky . . . within ten seconds, five seconds, just like the first.
Imagine my having lived all my life without having seen that and then seeing the same chase scene twice within a minute!
Then again, maybe I just forgot.