So that’s what was on my mind as I stepped out the door to start the Tuesday watering.
I’d noticed the little junco for a few days now.
Clearly I wasn’t the only one.
There it was on the box again, right next to me as I stepped onto the patio. With one eye gone and the other warily watching the sky, it didn’t take off till after I went past it and turned back again.
That post yesterday about being the boss of this place?
There, up on the telephone wire. I mentally apologized to the Cooper’s hawk for wrecking his breakfast and quickly got back in the house and out of the way.
He stayed there patiently another minute or so, feathers unruffled but a sure thing gone.
For now.
I finished the watering tonight and went off to the first night of a new knitting group; Alex found herself with a copy of my lace shawls book as a thank you. May there be many happy memories there to come.