|She has her eye on me, but she won't fly unless I get a lot closer than this|
The weekend. The weather has turned cruddy, although it isn't really cold yet.
Yesterday brought spits of rain and raging, gusting, groping winds that found everything that wasn't nailed down and gave it all a fling. We spent some time chasing I can tell you.
Not my favorite time of year, no way, no how, but our boy made it safely home last night, albeit late because he had to work late.
And everyone else is here and safe and secure under the roof of this hectic but loving home.
What more to ask? Nothing....
|The other night at sunset the crows were going home. |
As each one passed over the house its wings turned to sliver in the setting sunlight.
Someday I will catch a better photo of that but meanwhile this is better than...nothing.