Sunday, October 11, 2015
Yesterday L. and I were sitting out in the back yard in the sun, enjoying the cool air. I love fall. On my lap was Jack, our black rescue dog that we've had for four years. Suddenly Jack looked up over the back of my head and his eyes followed something in the air. I looked up and saw the widest wingspread I had ever seen on a flying bird. I don't know if it was a hawk, a bald eagle or a Mississippi Kite. L. votes for the kite. He should know. A few years ago we were walking our Great Dane down the street and a kite dive-bombed him and left three large scratches on the top of his crew cut. It was nesting season and I guess we were near the nest.