The melting snow was revealing all the scattered bird seed lying exposed on the driveway, picnic table and back yard which I'd tossed out every day during the storm.
A large orange stray cat seems to be living under my home. It was drinking from a large pan under one of the bird feeders.
I recently realized I haven't seen any vultures overhead since the start of all this bad weather.
Two days ago two Red Tailed hawks were circling overhead. Lots of small birds in my trees and bushes and in all the trees on this hill.
I have heard the Cawing of the one Crow that lives just NW of here. It flies overhead on it's way to SA often when Charlie and I do our first walk of the day.
The deer have been absent this entire time. I am hoping they make an appearance soon. Lots if new grass showing.
The large flock of Guinea Hens were calling their finding of exposed treasures in the woods on my neighbors property.
I did a yard check out all my windows about 4pm and found the back yard covered in brand new bright green ground cover. Astonishing under all that snow & ice this brand new carpet was rising up towards the cloudless sky and the bright sunlight which had put a smile on my face when I first saw the sky was blue again.
As I worked in the kitchen I was amazed at the number of birds in the oaks trees. In fact birds were everywhere. From every window I was astonished by the numbers.
They were hopping and fluttering along the edge of dry tarmac. Sitting on the fencing in clusters of gray.
Large doves clustered in small feeders. Small Inca doves walked the driveway for tasty seeds exposed at last. Sparrows made a might noise when lifting in clouds of gray.
I was so enthralled I called Charlie to get his ball and we went to join the party. As we walked birds rose into the trees and bushes as we passed by they resettled on behind us. Only to have the ones in front of us lift into the air and out of our path. Glorious.
Charlie raced after his ball no longer buried deep in snow. He jumped high off the ground to catch his ball in his mouth. He loves to race so I thew the ball way into the back yard. And away he went.
Soon after I made my way back to the front door. Charlie lagged behind. His ball in his mouth.. pausing to indicate he didn't want to go in yet.
But I persisted and finger pointing at the door stated firmly, "Home"....slowly moving 1 paw at a time he drew a foot closer.
As I stepped away from the house and up hill he took a few more steps forward. Giving me his pathetic glance of reluctance.
I managed to angle my direction and steps so that I was now above and a bit behind him.
Repeating "Home" in a firmer tone I walked so I was now behind him. Glancing in my direction he gave and trotted into the porch.
Right behind him I reached forward and opened the door. Dropping his ball as he stepped.
I leaned down to grab the ball saying "Good Boy" as we both entered the house.
Shutting the door behind us, I put his ball in his basket as he headed for the kitchen.
He has me so well trained. Roflol!!!
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