Wednesday, September 24, 2025, 60*, 92% RH, 0735
A lone Raven squawks a Wednesday greeting. Sky silver. Leaves unmoving. Apple crisp cheesecake a little mushy, hazelnut in a slate blue cup. The three again sleeping.
A gray squirrel jumps limb to limb tiny drops follow wrested from leaves that hoped to keep them, the stream more footpath than basin.
Yesterday, the three barking at purveyors of noise downstream: perhaps dismantling the beaver dam?
Not just light and life, landscape also changes.
Photo: LJ Austin
