5:30 p.m.
backyard
warm, 80's, sunny with high thin clouds, slight breeze
A male house finch cautiously calls out, "swit?" then pauses, "sweet?" Another answers from a tree on the other side ot the yard. The dog, Rosie, moves under his tree and he flies off. Moments later he's back with his mate at the feeder, then off to the back fence as they see me sitting near.
In the distance, a little dog barks, a telephone rings, sprinklers hiss in the neighbor's yard. For a brief moment, the finch is back in the pepper tree, then apparently thinks better of it and flies off.
A tiny gray-brown mouse catches Rosie's attention - and mine, too - as it darts from between potted plants across the patio to behind the tub pond into more plants. Earlier this week I saw it bound from the seeds fallen below the bird feeder, to a cluster of pots and then dash across to the same area behind the pond. rose is very excited and noses the whole path and behind all the plants and pots that she can, but the mouse is now long gone.
Finally whe gives up her search, resumes her normal patrol of the yard and rolls on her back in the grass.
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