Nothing is moving around the Front Porch. I can guess why but can't know for sure. Aside from the train whistle which I dearly love, all I can hear are crows. Lots of them. They're close but not nearby where I can see them. The racket these crows are making is loud and incessant. Something has them very upset. They sound just like the crows at work did 3 weeks ago when an eagle, the very one in this picture, landed in their trees. That glorious eagle sat there for about 5 hours while a dozen or more highly agitated crows squawked at it nonstop the entire time. The last time there was nothing moving around the Front Porch was just a few days ago when an owl was perched on a tree branch in our Front Yard. I wonder if that same owl or some other predatory bird, is similarly perched nearby. That would certainly explain all the noise the crows are making and the lack of activity around the FP. It's a cool 48 degrees this morning and doesn't it feel good. I can feel a very slight breeze. The We-Guessers are calling the winds calm. I don't feel justified in slinging my favorite sobriquet at them as I could see no movement amongst the tree leaves, shrubs or grass. Even so, the air felt so wonderful. OK! We're SO done here. I must ready for work! Happy trails and a gloriously grand day to you, my Traveling Companions!
