Tuesday, September 9, 2025, 42.8*, 93% RH, 0735
Do you know where your gloves are? I wonder if the Red-eyed Vireos have begun their migration to the Amazon basin. None joined voices with the unseen: Northern Cardinal, Ovenbird, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Brown Creeper or the Black-and-white Warbler.
Chris was off before 6 to continue scraping, painting a home as I was gathering the three for morning. His tracking devices reading, “It’s not safe” Zayne refused to leave his room. Curled into a ball at the end of the bed he recognized the “all clear” of Chris’s truck starting.
Not interested in meandering, the three wanted to come inside, get a biscuit, go to bed. Zsolt nudged my side. I stirred coffee. Zayne sought a place on the sofa finding totes had claimed the dog space. Disappointed he walked down the hall. His sonar zeroed in on the sound of crunching. He wasn’t sure he wanted to eat an animal cracker, but he took it anyway.
Soleil brings less warmth, less light, the season of the furnace starts.
Photo: LJ Austin
