Saturday, August 2, 2025, 48.3*, 84% RH, 0638
Steamy windows, an illusion mastered by dew. I don’t hear any birds only Ruger walking across the deck to look toward the pond. Satisfied with his surroundings, he walks down the ramp. I turn on the recorder, leave the door open as I fetch the other two. Zayne waits at the end of the hall needing some mommying. Waits for me to step outside. Did something scare him last night? As he walks about the fenced-in-land he looks frequently to see if I am there.
It is easier to believe in things we can we see.
Photo: LJ Austin
