I do wish that the robin nesting on the porch outside the library would figure out that it does not need to fly every time I come into the room and walk past the window. This is getting old. The mourning dove down on another porch is apparently a smarter bird….
Windy day, rather pleasant in some ways, but almost chilly. It always puts me in mind of the coast somehow, the big house on the hill, a white ship on a green wave.