Last night I didn’t close Penny’s crate door. She never left the crate all night. My hope is to have her wake me up by jumping onto the bed. Not impossible, right?

I’m sitting on my front porch, it’s 11am, and already 82 degrees.

The hummingbird wars over the feeders are ongoing and fun to watch. 3 feeders and they fight over them. 🙄

The bird songs have suddenly stopped as a pair of hawks wheel about in the thermals above me, screaming their hunting cries. The only other sounds are my wind chimes and someone working on a nearby house.