Midsummer, Early Autumn,

all my birdfriends go up north to visit their cousins and show off their new batch of younguns and see if they can marry some of them off to one another. Tradition has it that yankee birds and southern birds make the best offspring, when mixed together. Their babies have a tolerance for heat and cold. This is the best season for the southern birds to see the lights of the big city for a little while.
They don't spend too long up north, because it is just getting ready to turn chill in the New York and New England area. They don't want to be caught up there for the first frost. So I expect to see them back at the building in about the first week of October.

And God closed the Door!

The bunnies were having devotions and they were reiterating for the most numerous of times, how God had delivered their species from destruction.
As the bunnies tell it, an angel (and she doesn't know which) came and told all of the bunnies that it was going to rain and so many of them didn't believe, but their great....grand bunnies hopped directly to Mr and Mrs. Noah's house and waited for their brothers and sisters to follow. When God shut the door was when they knew that they would never see those bunnies again. Thank God for His preservative grace even to the creatures of the field!

Mrs. Bunny's unhappy lunch day!

She worked all day rolling out the grains and making the dough that would become the bread for tomorrow's lunch. It had been a particularly lean season and she couldn't just run to the store, all the time for the bread. She forgot that she wasn't homeschooling anymore and public school bunnies are most particular about what lunches they carry to school. This wasn't the store bought kind and she made them and packed them and guess what? Nobody ate the good and healthy bran bread she made for her bunnies. All dozen of them came home with the sandwiches still in tact. There goes that time saving and money saving device...

Bessie and the girls

Were gathering at the coffee truck this morning. Gossipping and chuckling at every little thing. Bessie's mouth was covered in jelly and sugar from the jelly donut that she enjoyed lavishly while talking. Her nose was still in her coffee cup when I passed the girls, on my way to work.
They make me think about the slowness of the day for the cow population of Huntersville. The labor of making milk and chewing cud looks like fun and games, but Bessie always reminds me that it is alot of hard work for them. Every creature has their labor and their reason.
Sometimes I wonder if their reason is the gossip or the chewing or the milk making.

Penelope and Peter Pony

are the 2 ponies that we pass on the way to the courts. Their parents Horace and Harriet Horsey are so posessive that they watch the ponies' every move. It looks as though they are expecting the little ones to fall on those little spindley legs of theirs.













They stay just at a nose distance away from them on their every move, their parents are parallel to them. "Back off mom and dad", I heard Peter say to his parents, and Horace and Harriet comforted one another that it is a pony's spirit to want to be more independent on their strengthening lanky legs.



















The first day or so they were stumbling and awkward but now weeks on their long legs had made the babies forget that they were just babies.

The Deer family are fans

of Ethan and Ezra on the court. We passed them today, on the way to the courts for a little tennis under the lights. They sleep like babies after such a romp.
Because of vision problems and other impediments there hitting was not like earlier times, still we had a good time. It is so interesting to see the deer family catching a romp together before the sun goes down. They don't chase tennis balls like the bunnies do. They know that we are watching them so they pose very pretty as though, if they move something will happen. Beautiful nature scenes.

Mother Bunny and the little ones

were having their final constitutional before bed by the time Enoch and I got to the courts, yesterday. They started jumping and cheering at Enoch when we got out of the car. "There is the boy who signed our tennis ball, Mommy." they told their mother. Mother Bunny was courteous but careful. After Pop Bunny introduced us the children sat still hoping that their mother wouldn't notice the fact that the sun was quickly setting over the horizon.
They were hoping for another souvenir of the day. Not this time, Enoch was hitting the ball inside the court on this day. He and I had numerous rallies and it seemed that they were not on my side. When he'd pass me, they would cheer. It seems no one taught them decorum at the tennis courts. At long last, Mother Bunny noticed that the sun had completely disappeared over the horizon and she scurried her little ones back to their beds.
While they were on their way into the thicket to the safety of their den, Enoch decided to hit one into the rafters. Mother Bunny watched it carefully to make sure that none of her bunnies were in its path. Pop Bunny was busily explaining that this was an accidental occurence.
I walked out to retrieve the ball and she grabbed it at exactly the same time I did. I never had a tug of war with a bunny before, but Mother to Mother we tugged at this ball. Ordinarily, I would have shared with her, but this was the day that we came to the courts with only 2 balls and we had already given her children a signed ball the last time we saw them. I took it that Mother Bunny was being greedy for her children and I would not let her have it.
I just love how Mrs. Bunny teaches me about loving my children by her consistency.