For me, the days are careening by, in spite of the strangeness of social distancing and isolation. I think Harry’s days are pretty full, too, as he improves and does more, needing me less. The broken leg swells quite a lot, as we were warned it would once he starts to put it to work. But there is no pain, and constant improvement, which is heartening.
We managed a shower again today. Funny how momentous something that simple can become, and how gratifying.
At last, we saw sunshine today! And birds, of course. I love the doves. But I was very excited to get a picture of the mockingbird, whose repertoire is so entertaining. The doves are one note wonders, but I love their simple calls and their subtle attire.
Baldy had breakfast, and then I asked him to leave, since he was ruining the birds’ buffet line.
The horses napped in the sunshine. Not quite as nice as being out on the grass, but welcome warmth. The fields are still just way too wet for turnout.
Oisin 
Stone
Bart had a picture with forsythia and blue skies…
The nice weather inspired adventure. Roscoe was out and about. Weedy left with great enthusiasm and was gone for ages. We could see from his GPS tracker that he was in the woods to the southeast. Eventually, Nettie and I went out to find him. Weedy returned home, somewhat chagrined, and then Nettie disappeared. When she came back, there was a deer leg left outside the back door. I fear there may be some smelly gas tonight! Disgusting dogs (and very thirsty and tired, too)!
Harry worked in the studio today, and of course, Mistletoe, his studio puppy, assisted.
Cedar enjoyed the sunbeams…
It was a lazy day for Roscoe and the dogs, once the dead deer adventure was over…
Mistletoe 
Roscoe 
Weedy
Late afternoon, we spent some time on the porch, for the first time since the accident. It was lovely.
No more pictures! 
Gingerbread and whipped cream
And before I was ready, another day done… another day closer to normal, I hope, but I fear it’s going to be a long time. But, onward… one day at a time, sitting tight and making the best of it, with gratitude for how very lucky we are.
Sounds like a lovely day. I too love the doves. But most of all, the Cardinals. I had dozens of them at feeders around my house in Fulton. Now I have 1 pair that comes only at the dawning and dimming of the day, slipping into the Finch party and back out again in spite of my wishing they would stay. “If wishes were horses all beggars would ride” is what Deb Booker would say. I still make my wishes anyway.
My mother, too, used that expression, and I continue to wish, upon stars or spontaneously. Wishes are hope, maybe even belief, in better things, eh? Perhaps your pair will multiply this year! I wish for safety and happiness up there in the north country (and here).
Hi, Anne and Harry. Our friends from Bordeaux send good wishes for recovery. They still remember their visit and have photos of Pele. I don’t know how you can be so at ease with the squirrels. They drive me crazy.
Thanks, Jonee! I can’t help it – I have always liked squirrels!