In my morning walk, a sparrow watches me.
Three horses watch someone, too.
Cougar is walking, too, and watching.
The someone the horses were watching has a bucket in his hand. Feed? Maybe.
Mama Cat has had breakfast and is now basking in the warmth of the sun as she washes her face.
Nearby, a squirrel comes down from a tree and scurries across a log in a brush pile.
The sparrow is still watching.
This sparrow’s house once belonged exclusively to bluebirds. The bluebirds lost the battle again this spring.
Golden-striped mushrooms breaking through the earth.
At the end of my morning walk, I find the purple iris ( from bulbs that were once my mother’s) blown over by yesterday’s unrelenting wind.