Wednesday, June 17, 2015
The plum trees are heavy with fruit this year. I'm not the only one waiting for the plums to ripen. Deer cruise through daily now in anticipation. They get the low stuff and the birds go for the top. If I'm lucky, I'll get some plums from the middle. Or not.
About 3 a.m. an owl hooted seemingly right outside my window, followed by a few desperate screams from a small, unfortunate creature. Given that owls give fair warning, it's surprising to me that they hunt successfully. The owl flew off with his take-away meal and I went back to sleep. And so ended another day at Animal House.