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| TWINS... |
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| MONDAY MORNIN' |
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...ALL LEGS, EARS AND SPOTS |
Monday, 8:00 AM. 69 degrees F. wind W. light with sometimes gusts, a welcome subsidance after the terrific winds of yesterday and last night. Those winds brought us a few raindrops but mostly were an empty threat, although violent storms approached from the west as near as Duluth. Hot, sultry air from the southwest meeting with much cooler air from the northwest was bound to unsettle things. Today the atmosphere is hazy but much less threatening, and the barometer is on the rise again. The white pines seem limp with exhaustion today, after disgorging their pollen throughout several windy days of wild carousing.
The past Saturday and Sunday turned out to be something of a wildlife weekend. First, we had a large bear cub tramp through the perennial garden about 9:15 Saturday morning,. We were eating a rather late breakfast and something made me look up from my soft boiled egg just in time to see the little critter, which I thought at first to be a neighborhood black lab, picking his way through the peonies.
I said, “bear!,” and Joan looked up and saw it too. Buddy was preoccupied with his food dish. The baby buin was gone before I could get the camera; we waited in vain to see mama, but the little guy was evidently off on his own Winnie the Pooh adventure.
Then, while out on a convertible drive on a hot Sunday afternoon, we decided to see if the pitcher plants were blooming at the Bark Bay Slough natural area (they were, but more of them tomorrow). Turning down the gravel road off Hwy 13 that leads to the slough, we saw what appeared to be two awkward, playful puppies coming towards us. I didn’t realize they were tiny fawns until I could see their spots. Actually, they appeared to be all legs, ears and spots. I stopped the car and they approached us, curious and unafraid. The doe was invisible in the roadside brush, but her bleating, which sounded much like a muted car horn, was inescapable and very near. The fawns, being very naughty, paid her scant attention and eventually ambled on into the woods on the far side of the road only when their curiosity was satisfied. I am sure their anxious and angry mama joined them as soon as we drove down the road and out of sight.
Corny, but I guess original political commentary: I think the only way to assure that White House security leaks are stopped is to send an army of Joe The Plumbers to Washington.
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