News from the little world

Although this is last spring's picture this is not a memorial. Yesterday as I was carrying the laundry upstairs I chanced to look behind me and there, following, was Harry. The real Harry not the marauder who has taken over Harry's tree. I said, "Harry?" and she came right up to me. "Hold on!" I went into the house, grabbed a walnut, went back out and called again,"Harry!" Up she came. So I rolled the walnut along the deck (though there was all of two feet maybe between us), she picked it up, turned it over and over, and sat there for a moment with the walnut in her mouth. I said, "Take it downstairs," and off she went. I watched from the deck and indeed she has moved to another yard two or three houses over. It had been a coup. Or perhaps as David suggested she found a better apartment. This morning she was here before sunrise and had a welcome home breakfast of two walnuts and two almonds which just about cleaned me out. That and the early visit of a Mourning Dove made for nice cold Sunday morning.