Yesterday was glorious. Temps in the mid 70's, the sky was bluer than Paul Newman's eyes, the breeze swept through the house filling it with fragrance. I was sitting at the computer this morning checking my e-mail when a movement out the window caught my eye and my breath stopped. There was a doe in our side yard with twins. They still had spots and long gangly legs and were just the cutest things. On the spot I forgave all the deer for eating my phlox, balloon flowers, Asiatic lilies, zinnias, viburnum and clematis this year.
And....there are now three bluebird eggs. As I was checking the box, dad flew down from the TV antenna and divebombed me. Bluebirds are usually pacifists but every once in a while you get an agressive one. I once saw a male bluebird wrestle a brown-headed cowbird that made the mistake of landing on the bluebird house. He hit the cowbird, knocked him into the honeysuckle and all I saw was the honeysuckle moving while they were thrashing around.