"Starlingette" City!

Those Starlings certainly own Pitts School Road, in that area. And they have a strict schedule, for sure. Today I passed and they were already, some of them resting from the early runs that they had made and some of them on the second lap of their day's runs. I was too late to see the fun of their morning to each irritate one of the cows, before they are awake enough to be unalarmed. Every morning they choose a target and come just close enough to her ear to make her jump as high as a cow can in the morning. They nearly choke on the mouthful of grass that they are working on at that moment. Each morning it is a new game, because they seem to forget that it happens every day. They all laugh over it after it is past, but when it happens it is the alarm of the cow's morning.

The angel’s love that song that the Gaither’s sing. They came down to tell me so, this morning. We hardly have as much fun as when that song is sung, it is such fun. They brought the whole wing closet down close for me to see this and that set of wings that they wear for this and that occasion. It is true that we don’t rejoice about those little things, but our closet doesn’t look like yours, they teased. They are always getting on me about the condition of my closet. That is our constant interaction. This is how we hang our wings here and there in the sky. I know, I know. It takes just a minute. I know! We were laughing about it in the “Vocative Mood”.