Sunday, July 5, 2026, 73.2* F, 75% RH, 0832
Light breeze moves leaves by the stream as if someone had just walked past. Not me. Not a deer. Not someone else. Sun white. Sky blue with ragged veils, not quite clouds. A few birds conversed, the Ovenbird louder than the rest: American Robin, Cedar Waxwing, Gray Catbird, Northern Parula, Red-eyed Vireo, Common Yellowthroat. Down the road, a rooster greets Sunday.
Ruger did not greet me when I turned on the light not ready to wake nor walk to the door. As I passed the giant’s room, Zsolt looked up. “Want to go out?” Tailgate on the truck like a tongue sticking out, Zayne yelped ran back inside. Zsolt guards the path to me before returning to bed.
Things that appear differently can be scary.
Photo: LJ Austin
