Remember the baby coot?
He’s an adolescent now. He’s getting more presentable.
He still doesn’t look like mom or dad yet, though.
The bad news is..
We had to buy tires for the motorhome. The good news is that we found a truck tire store that would come to us and change out the tires right at our site!
65,000 miles on the tires. The rubber was still good, but the tread was getting low, so it seemed like a good idea to change them now, before we start our summer traveling.
Two trucks. Two guys. Two small jacks (with power assists).
Jesse and Pedro. They were good. They knew what they were doing and did it.
Two hours later, they were done and gone.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
But hardly anyone is here to enjoy it.
Still sleeping sitting up
Judy is the wandering sleeper. Sometimes she starts out in our own bed, but I never know where I’ll find her in the morning. The shoulder is healing just fine, but it aches. The body wants to lie down to sleep, but the least uncomfortable position is still sitting up in a recliner. It will be that way for a while.
Blackburnian Warbler
Another worn out Warbler. 600 miles across the Gulf. She was so tired and hungry, she didn’t care who was watching or how close they got.
She stayed a day then was gone.