It's interesting to watch them change color as the sun sinks toward the westward horizon.
We had a visit from one of my good friends.
Reggie has Lori Down the Street on the other end of that leash.
The first time I encountered him, he came running toward me barking fiercely.
But Lori called him back and then I learned his name and petted him and told him what a good dog he was.
Now, whenever he spots me on his daily walks he comes up to me, whining for a rubdown.
He's a good dog.
This morning there was a lot of activity at the bird bath, capped off by this visitor that the Blue Cat seemed to be viewing with resentment.
I've given up trying to scare the mourning doves away.
They seem to be too dumb to get frightened and with the hot weather here I figured they need water too.
Call it peaceful coexistence.
Or just call me an old softie.
