Birdland

We are still enchanted by our three little swallows and their wonderfully fierce, forthright mother.

The dock is her preferred feeding place, because she can swoop by to feed them, barely stopping. They are practicing flying and look like little bumblebees, rounded and sedate beside their jetset mother.

We have many song bird too, suddenly. I slept out on the deck last night, the moon was so beautiful, the water high and a wonderful breeze, no flies or mosquitoes so far this year. I just drifted, suspended over the water, then went early to Mary's house to finish putting up the trim in her new rooms.

Home again now, back at the data base, haunted by wondering: is this the best use of my time?