Bessie gave me a nod on the way home.

I didn't even think she noticed me. Those cows have the most interesting lives. You would think that they would get sick of eachother after grazing in the grass together for years. No, today they were showing me why they put their noses around in the grass. They said that they like to smell each clump of grass. They bite them one line at a time. There is a science to it. They cannot talk enough about the best way to graze in the grass.
Grazin in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it.
And its real, so real so real so real so real, etc.
I can dig it, We can dig it, she can dig it, they can dig it.
They sing that to me everytime I pass them.
This time Bessie was neither grazing nor chewing cud, she actually took the time to notice me. It took 2 years for her to look up from her cud at me.
I think she feels that I can relate with her, being a milk producer myself "retired".
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By the way...
There's a weekend jam session with the angel flutes on the columns of the building this weekend. I wish that I were working to catch it. It seems that they waited until Autumn to start their usual jam sessions. I am really not sure what the hold up was. I just know that the heaven made hornets nests and wasp nests are perfect flutes for them to use for wind instruments. They play insurance buildings, I guess.

I just love how the birds turn their heads away,

when I don't put my makeup on. They are the first to say, what happened to you today?
Weather patterns and ugly me, they seem to be experts at. Way up in the tree today, I saw a new couple of turtle doves very cautiously and coyly making their way into each other's attention. They were so cute, pretending not to see each other. I was a good excuse for them to stop pretending that they didn't see each other. Why didn't Jayne do her makeup today, I wonder? How could she let Ben look at her dark circles? I cannot understand her. Any chance I get I am primping myself in the lakes and ponds. She seems allergic to the mirror. They can be very caustic about those things at times. Especially if they know that you are a bird lover. I didn't mind today. Emily had hidden my makeup bag and I was incapable of getting it together. Many things didn't go well today and the make up was the least of my worries.
They were closer to each other on the branches by the time I passed them. This was just a gossipers attempt at making a friend out of an acquaintance. I hope it works Ms Turtledove. It looked like it would.


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It looks like Ms. Viney is gone from the courtyard for good. I, for one, am not too disappointed by this. She was entirely too forward with Mr. Tree, for my taste. She has been replaced by the beautiful and far less oportunistic posies. It was refreshing to see the self-reliant posies enjoying the sunlight and the shade without a bit of self agrandizement or publicity. They stand on their own laurels and would never think of using Mr. Tree as a means to a higher stead in life like Ms. Sweetpotato. I do miss the gossip of the hyacinths. They have such a short season. They would have had a field day discussing the daily antics of the sweetpotato girls.
I am still trying to figure out the routine of the posies. They don't seem to dance or sing, or put on shows or aires. They are boringly perfect.

Give Mother Goose an inch?

These days it seems to be Mother Goose on guard, in my case. The last season it was Mother Robin who was checking on my emotional status, she is in charge of dispair and helpless times. Now it is Mother Goose who checks up on the aggression and antagonism season.
At least, it looked like she was there to check on me yesterday morning, dropping Elyse at her job. Selfless service, she attempts to cackle into my mind. Selfless service is one of my antidotes to contention. Why do you fuss so much? It doesn’t take all that, she says to me. Look, setting a good example is 50% of the process, at least. This morning, it was about food choices. You have a real cow when they take the longest distance between 2 points; as if humans were born with laws of physics in their hearts and minds. I hear you bantering that into your fledgelings: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. I find that walking them through the straight lines is more efficient or effective in teaching others, than the cackling and worrying, which is what I see you doing.
Six geese were with her of the group, were down from the sky and traversing on the ground to check my countenance on the way to work. I am your claim handler on this mushmouth claim. Mother said. You are showing that frowny face again. Do I need to come into this car and peck you on the nose to show your face to your family? You human mothers are so funny, you think that, because your seasons are longer than ours for childrearing that you can get away with grumpiness. She covered her little one’s ears when she even said grumpiness to me. I don’t even let my children hear that word. My husband and I spell any mean words that we need to say. The season of rearing is too short to waste it in sour tones and sour tastes.
Her point was well taken.

Proverbs 17;27.He who has knowledge spares his words, And a man of understanding is of a calm spirit.
28.Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive

We went the wrong way and hit traffic! ACHHHHHH!

13 geese and Mother Goose came to rebuke me again. She is quite the butinski these days, with me. I told you to stop telling your husband what to do. You are such a bossyboots. What do you expect? He is neither a mother nor a goose, give him some slack. I wanted to lambaste right into him. I told you that a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush. What is that supposed to mean she said, Wing on hip. You would never understand Mother Goose. You are a goose, but I appreciate the sentiment.

She reminded me that the 13th gosling gets a kick out of standing in line. Look at my 13th. I don’t! All 13 of the geese flew in a straight line to calm me down. Lateness is not a character flaw for geese, we are always on time. Timing is our best quality. This is a goose joke, it is over your husband’s head. I did everything that I could not to laugh about it. I would probably be late. I had suggested, we go the other way, to no avail and here I was sitting in the obviously inevitable traffic jam. Nobody understood but Mother Goose. She said we have got to give mommy a laugh in the traffic. She was yelled at by dad this morning and she was accused of trying to boss him. She needs a laugh. I am glad that they always understand.

Everynight at about 1 am Mr. Opossum

walks across the street in Davidson to visit his sweety. He is off white and brown and waddles as he walks to the beat of a song that he is singing to his precious. She has dinner on the table when he gets there. Usually some sumptuous delectible that they enjoy under the light of the moon. They enjoy listening to the crickets in their last chirps of the night as they whisper sweet nothings to one another and he gets ready for his happy saunter back across the street home. Pop Possum is always watching their engaging glances at one another with his shotgun at arms distance. He protects his babygirl with everything and Mr. Possum is saving his money for the day that he can pop the question. Until then it delights his heart to spend just a few hours in the presence of the love of his life.
I see him every night when I pass there. Love is in the bushes of Davidson.

Mother Goose and Posse come to 'Buke Me!

The sun was bright, in spite of the clouds and dusk of the day. I had sent the ladies in to buy their sundries and they were awefully time taking in their shopping time for these necessities. I can’t bear the store for longer than 5 or ten minutes, tops. I get antsy, to say the least. I had past my pacing time. I had past my grumbling time. I had past just about every emotional publicly acceptable show of anger that I was enduring. The geese had heard me. They are the nosiest birds and are always peeping over my emotional shoulder.
Mommy, they yelled, we were waiting for you at the park. Why are you standing outside sweating Elyse like that. She can’t hear you. Then they started calling Elyse. Elyse. Your mommy is sweating you, it’s hot out here. Mother Goose herself led the entire family to tell me that I am completely out of order getting on Elyse’s case for something so very stupid. You told her you were going to the park. I brought my children there to meet you and you changed your mind. What is up with that?
I stood reproved. It was hot. Go and have her paged. I can do that? Yep! You better not yell at her, do you hear me( wing on hip or tail). I walked in there and had her paged and you know what? She didn’t even answer me. When I came outside the whole goose family was gone. I couldn’t even yell at Mother Goose or the goslings for the pain in the neck.

Mrs. Pigeon’s Rainy Day Picnic

We were invited for the picnic and looked forward to it for months. It is not everyday, that the Pigeon family gives a picnic. When I woke up in the morning, it was clear and sunny. The kind of a day that would be great for a picnic. 2 years ago, we would have been sure that it would be on. The drought is far behind us now. The days are not as predictable as they used to be, down here in beautiful North Carolina.


I said to myself, I wonder if Mrs. Pigeon wants me to bring anything. I gave her a call and asked her. "Mrs. Pigeon, I had forgotten to ask if you would want me to bring anything to the picnic. You know that I am coming straight from work."
She became belligerent. This was not unlike her. The city was in her blood and she finds it difficult to keep her belligerence at bay. I told you that you are the guest of honor. I don’t know why you people always are trying to make yourselves into birds. I was sure that she has a real chip on her wing about being patronized. She said that she only became my friend because we could pass for twins in terms of belligerence. If I refuse to listen to her and let her dote on me, she will negate our friendship. Birds, I have found are very funny like that. The things that make people enjoy one another’s company are very, very different for them. They love to tell one another that they have a pet person or other and they spoil them rotten for a season or two and then divorce them completely and you would never see them again. It is their way of getting into your life. Birds are very fickle, you wouldn’t know it to look at them. They love to gab about acquiring and letting go of acquaintances and pet people like the wind.



I couldn’t convince Mrs. Pigeon that I meant any good by volunteering to bring something foreign to her. She was convinced that I was acting patronizing and that she could see that as a poor family, we had special needs to be cared for. I thanked her for her concern and consideration. I didn’t say another word about it and we had the picnic as planned in spite of the rain.