Jane had her post cataract surgery recheck today, so I put on my medical transport outfit, and off we went. There was a long delay in the doctor’s office and, of course, with Covid, I had to wait in the car. As it happened, my brother, Mark, called just as Jane left the car, and we talked and reminisced for over an hour and a half, until Jane returned. We laughed, and shed tears, and realized how lucky we have been over more than six decades together. I complain a lot about “family”, but there are benefits, especially in sad times.
Anyway, once we got home, Jane having received a good report, I had a delicious lunch served by Harry, who is a world class chef as well as a world class sculptor. Then I was off to do barn work, while Harry worked in the studio. Bedding, and many other supplies arrived with Scott from Straatmann, filling the storage room with a sense of security for a few weeks at least.
While Scott and I were chatting after unloading, I saw not one, but TWO bluebirds of happiness over by the shed. A welcome, good omen. Also, bird pictures, which I had neglected to take earlier.
I decided to walk to get the mail, and carried the camera, in hopes of the elusive red headed woodpecker shot. I am well acquainted with the woodpecker’s chattering call, and could hear it as I set out. At last, distant, but definite, I caught pictures of the shy but striking (so to speak) bird.
At the mailbox, the neighbors’ dog, Holly, greeted me noisily. She is a vocal dog, but very sweet. I also got a shot of the bronze fox as I returned. It is never noisy, poised silently hunting through the woods.
Holly Herter 
And speaking of silent hunters, I discovered Roscoe on the back porch, looking picturesque in the company of his shadow.
Out in Montana, they have less snow than we do here! Rainy, the gray Montana mule, is doing well, keeping her pals humble and wearing fashionable hats.
Finally, the now waning Wolf Moon lit my way to the barn for night check, reminding me of how fortunate I am to live this life, and how much Jamie appreciated the night sky and this magnificent planet.
Stay safe, stay well, stay connected. Peace.
I smiled seeing Rainy in the black “Stormy Kromer” hat. It’s identical to Tom’s and I have a pink version of it. They are manufactured ( since 1903) in Ironwood in Michigan’s upper peninsula. I grew up in a mining town near there and Tom and I return to the area for xc skiing nearly every year.
Great moon. It was spectacular on my side of the river, too. Do you happen to know why it is called the Wolf moon?
I believe it is called the Wolf Moon because of the howling of wolves. We don’t have any wolves around here anymore, but last night, the coyotes were howling like crazy!