Lots going on, but you won’t read or hear about it in The New York Times or on CNN.
Nesting season is nearly over at the mountain retreat, aka 20 Paws Ranch, and we have a slew of goldfinch, bluebird, catbird, robin and crow fledglings. And the hummingbirds are back with a vengeance, going through a pint of sugar water every couple of days. All the bird activity means that the cats are on house arrest.
The baby crows are a scream, which is exactly the sound they make, as their parents put them through their paces. Like learning to forage on their own. Oh, and that flying thing. The pepper plants are flowering and the tomatoes are not far behind, the bats dive bomb us as we sit on the back deck at night, which is quite all right since they do such a good job of eating mosquitoes and other pests, while we spend quality time with Jack and Nicky, our brother-sister chocolate Labs, brushing out their undercoats and checking for the ticks who climb aboard on our walks into the wildlife refuge outside our front door.
Mitt who? Barack who?