Critters

Max and I were outside, he in his pen to do his business, and I sitting in our gazebo. A wren flew into our bird house, perhaps chased there by some hummingbirds that were trying to decide whether to enjoy our feeder or worry about Max who was watching the whole thing. Then, one of the feral cats ran by, which got Max's attention and so it went. I think the hummingbirds have a nest in a nearby tree and they were defending their territory from the wren.

This morning Max and I enjoyed our walk, and he got to visit with two other dogs. Max thinks everyone is his friend and probably will play with him, given the chance. A boy on a bike followed us long enough to be able to pet Max and to discover that indeed he was a male dog. About the only time you can enjoy a walk here is early in the morning when it has not returned into the high 90's or higher. Today we are scheduled for 102. I can only hope that it is not too humid as well. We are in a continuing drought here that has been going on for over two years. I hate to see the grass brown, and some of the trees lose their leaves. We have lost several trees here to the dry times, and they have to be cut down and used for firewood. We get ready for church and see what else the day brings. Happy travels.