Saturday, April 4, 2026, 38.4* F, 95% RH, 0625
Ruger, getting older, waited to discover if I would walk down the ramp with him. He’s not afraid just keeping track of his people. Sky provides more light than yesterday. Now the three are sleeping. I went out again to listen, to look at morning, to look for black ducks, for deer. Stream rippling. No ducks. No beavers. Rooster crowed. Merlin listened too; heard: Song Sparrow, American Crow, Tufted Titmouse, Golden-crowned Kinglet, Black-capped Chickadee.
Last night there were flying bugs. I’ve stopped leaning on the deck railing, one morning there will be spiders.
Spring is waking.
Photo: LJ Austin
