Saturday, August 23, 2025, 48.9*, 78% RH, 0647
I left the three to their morning rituals to move laundry to the dryer. As I slid the door to investigate alarmed barking, one hearing aid made the strangest crackling crunching unpleasant noise. Holding it in my hand, the noise continued. I didn’t see anything. Ruger sat quietly on the deck, the other two stood by the ramp looking toward the driveway. Probably deer. Need to install cameras. I no longer climb ladders.
Faintly, as in a dream, I heard a trio: Red-eyed Vireo, Eastern Phoebe, Blue Jay. The dryer tosses clothes in its bowl. The three sleep, coffee cools in a red cup.
You must be present to know what's going on.
Photo: LJ Austin
