In cop parlance, BOLO is an acronym for Be On LookOut.
A quick aside here: the Kids' dad was a peace officer. A favorite story was that he was cruising slowly through a neighborhood when a little boy on the sidewalk hollered, "Hi, cop!" Thinking to do a little PR, Jim stopped, backed up, and said, "Son, I'm not a cop. I'm a policeman." "Yeah? Then why are you driving a cop car?"
To go on re. BOLO: I think the hummingbirds must post lookouts. There will be not one hummer in sight when I go out to refill their bottles. As soon as I get to the deck rail, one will zoom in, make a quick recon, and suddenly the air is filled with tiny birds clicking and demanding that I hurry up! Morning or evening, it matters not. "She's here, She's here!" (In my mind, all creatures call me She.)
I am continually on the lookout for one thing or another. Just now I am watching for coyotes. The beastie boys are singing at night and we've already had one disastrous encounter. Warmer weather brings out the rattlesnakes, and I walk with my head down, watching where my feet are going. I am so grateful that Craig cut back the tall weeds on the slope where Bessie goes. Even with her failing eyesight, I think she could see a snake out in the open now. By the way, I forgot to give credit last weekend to Clay for trimming the hedge in front of the house. It had gotten pretty higgledy-piggledy and now is neat and tidy. If I were looking, I might find a bird's nest in there now that there are no outdoor cats in residence.
Ralph wanders back and forth in the living room, exactly like someone at a crowded mall driving around and looking for a parking spot. He'd like to sit on my lap, too, but rarely finds an empty place.
Completely off track, Fu Manchu is named after a lyric in a country/western song, "Live Like You Were Dying," written and sung by Tim McGraw: "I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu." Riding Fu as he bucks over ruts and into squirrel holes is as close to bull riding as I'll ever get.
It was a good day.