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.