Creepy

He's out there again. It was around four-thirty when I took the dog out this morning. I happened to glance up and there he was, strutting around like he owned the sky and glaring down his nose at me. He is worse than a Kilroy peering over a fence!

Oh, he's pretty enough and during his season the sky is often so clear as to spotlight his stardom out there in the sky. However, he has nothing to say that I want to hear. It is already cold enough to remind both me and the boss of Labor Days when we were kids and first frost came at fair time and corn chopping was going strong already. 

I have the best crop of tomatoes I have managed in years out there in the garden and I really, really, really want to get to eat them.

I hope that old devil, Orion, can keep his sights on the sky and save his wintery mischief for later.

Meanwhile, what a weekend... Got to visit the best of all aunties, not once, but twice. Got to go the fair with all of both our kids, all the grandkids, assorted ponies, and other livestock and a good time was had by all. Got to watch the ponies in their halter class and meet the kids' goats and Liz's goat, which is spoiled beyond all imagining, and walked 15000 steps, which is half again my normal count. I think there was a sheep involved as well.

A Baldy Jay

Had the unrivaled experience of following Alan through the poultry barn. He can imitate turkey calls with no aids, no scratch box, or mouth call, nothing but his voice...and he can fool anyone...including the turkeys. A few little hen clucks as he walked along and all the toms were strutting and calling and shuffling. It was pretty funny. I do believe he used to do the same thing in the crowded stairwell at college when he was studying fisheries and wildlife. I don't think anyone every figured out where the turkey was....

Anyhow, welcome to Fall...

Diamond, photo by Becky