Monday the ‘pies raucously returned to the upper pond well in fine feathery form…

[I keep hoping to catch a train coming around Phil Siding at dusk but the one time it did failed to focus…]

ah, well, perhaps another time…that WAS another time; Monday and Tuesday the light being much different;

By the end of Tuesday, our owl population had increased to five…

never to be seen again.  The other friends remained more amenable

…until the weather turned again; cooling, dribbling more rain than predicted

…then blowing through clear and bright;

…bringing snakes at breakfast…

Anyway, clear air, temps like June used to be…nice enough for a bit more.

 

M