They were headed toward the water source that Paul provided for them.
The mother drinks from the birdbath often, but the shallow tub of fresh water is more accessible to all wildlife that thirst for a cool drink.
This drought is bringing more of the nocturnal foragers out in the daytime. It is no wonder the animals and my feathered friends are confused.
The grass dried up, except for a few withered weeds that I can not identify in their present condition.
The soybean field next to my house is now looking like it is going to be fine.
The farmer helped that happen a couple of weeks back. The crop needs rain.
The field has its share of visiting wildlife.
I see several deer heads pop up when I look out across the acreage.
Wild canaries and a variety of other birds visit my outdoor space as well.
Turkeys wander out of the deep raven to grab a bite or two.
I have been collecting feathers from another hawk that has been pacing around and thereabouts of the chicken pen every day now.
The barred rocks do not seem to mind.
They have strong fencing and the added protection of a good gauge welded wire roof over head. The fact is, it won't do red rover any good to come over. Now, if he is smart enough to pick the locks, that is another story.
I am worried about the garden plants -- tomatoes and peppers. It seems like the proper care is not enough. The plants and trees are stressed to the limits. We know the rain will come, but every time it does, we are not seeing it here. Maybe tomorrow, the earth will feel modest relief.
The trees in the grove are shedding their foliage. Walnuts are falling to the ground now. The giant oak on the homestead property is covered with acorns, in abundance. The squirrels are cutting as well.
The house wren hatched a clutch of eggs in the base of a decorative birdhouse gourd. The temporary home of the birds suspends from a roof support beam of the back porch.
Mother is busy giving flight instructions to her fledglings now. If I were them, I would not have lasted that long in those close quarters in this heat.
The deer took care of most of the sweet potato vines last week and a new den has been established by the clever groundhogs.
I do not know who to blame for the kale feed -- sure can't blame it on a storm.
Oh, hail -- no!
None of that either.
Since there is no garden on the usual spot this year, I will not hamper their progress.
The woodchucks win. I will allow them to burrow deep into the earth beneath and beyond the outbuilding again, until further notice.
In the morning, I have another appointment with a specialist at the clinic. I sure do need a clearer picture about what is wrong with me. There is not much need to be concerned about the BMI read out. I lost half of that extra 10 pounds just worrying about it.
Now the eye clinic at VAMC has rescheduled oculoplasty surgery on Paul's left eye for December.
Hopefully, the eye muscle problems that resulted from the first surgery will be taken care of successfully.
We mutually appreciate all the care and attention that Paul has received from the health care providers at the Terre Haute VA clinic and Richard L. Roudebush VA Medical Center.
I am looking forward to a very special occasion. Word arrived by mail that those busy bees that worked so hard five years ago to bring our class together for the 50th reunion are cooking up something, as sweet as honey, for us again.
BHS Class of 1957 will celebrate the 55th reunion. Classmates will gather to enjoy a day of fun and friendship.
We will have a Chuck Wagon Dinner Aug. 19, 2012, at 3 p.m., at Forest Park Shelter 8 (west side of Forest Park north of the pool).
Members of our class in attendance will then enjoy a summer concert by the Brazil Concert Band at 7:30 p.m.
The class of 1957 will be recognized during the concert.
If you would like to play a game of golf before dinner, contact Wayne Kitch at firstname.lastname@example.org -- Tee time is 9 a.m.
RSVP to Janice Haverkamp Dressler at 317-443-0415 or Joyce Bullerdick Emmert at 812-208-7359. Mail $12 for the dinner to Joyce Emmert, 925 W. National, Brazil, Ind., 47834.
I am not going to have a problem bringing the class up to date on what I have been doing.
Most of you already know that I am taking care of Paul Baby and Tootie Mae, and talking to you through The Brazil Times and more. I am still kicking and grinning.
I can be reached by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at email@example.com.