At long last she came home and I went out to make sure the rest of the neighborhood knew I was still alive. The keeper's car smelled like all kinds of roads and strange places which I will never visit. It also smelled like rain and freeway. While she worked out I did my own circuit routine, around the yard and that of the neighbors.
We are a little frustrated because the birds don't seem to like the plain suet. They want the kind with the dead insects and nuts in it. But the plain is good for them and the squirrels won't eat it. So, we will wait till the birds have their moment of insight. Meanwhile I will wait for them on the railing. The apple tree is blossoming and the pink is alluring.
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