The owls are back for a second year. Oliver and Olivia are nesting in our next door neighbor's pecan tree but regularly perch in our elms. They hoot back and forth with owl friends who are several blocks away. The squirrels have either skedaddled or become dinner. Papa's happy for his tomato garden.
Are we as interesting to watch as a Netflix series? We're often peered at through the kitchen window. The owl and the pussy-cat might have danced by the light of the moon in the nursery rhyme, but our kitties are in at night, safe from coyotes and, er, owls.
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