I have to admit that I am digging deep this morning for inspiration. Right now I have a sliver in my finger that is really bugging me and it must go, be back. Ah, that is better.

The robins are here by the tens and hundreds. They think that this general area is a good place to winter. They seem glad to be here, a break from the frozen ground to the north.

There was a lone fawn out in the pasture yesterday when I walked in the afternoon. No one showed up to accompany me so it was the deer and me. It was moving apple tree to apple tree looking for some fruit that had fallen over night. I could see that there wasn’t much there so I shook branches as I went and got some feed for it.

I’ll pick up some more sunflower seeds on my next trip to town. The seed eater birds need help this time of year. It’s always a challenge to keep those feeders supplied. And my favorite scene in Phil’s Camino is the juncos at one of the feeders hanging in the hawthorn hedge. There is no talking, just the birds busy.

The other day a hummingbird zoomed into the area by our kitchen windows. And it hovered where we had a feeder hung two years ago. That was the last time as we didn’t get it together this year nor last to hang it. So we are led to believe what? This tiniest of critters has been checking on us all this time. I’m amazed.

Ah, I feel better, can you tell? Time to find my boots and the logbook for the walk at 9. A lull in the rain this morning but it is back this afternoon and continues all night.

Oh, and I am back to the city tomorrow. Time for my every two month scan. OK, later, love, Felipé.