At 8:30am I began my morning walk down the streets through my neighborhood. The first thing I heard were the grackles whistling in that high pitch back and forth to one another. These large black birds, related to crows, would eat dove's eggs without hesitation using their dagger shaped beaks.
Soon the noise gave way to joyful chirping from house finches and sparrows flying overhead.
The sky was overcast with Mr. Sun trying to peek through the clouds. Though it was cool at 62 degrees, there wasn't any wind to flap the flags raised on their poles. The houses were trimmed with Mexican brick fences four feet or more high between each property lot. One cactus garden had a stovepipe succulent with buds forming, and another had a water fountain dripping its liquid onto the ceramic frogs below.
Another walker passed me on the other side of the street. We both said our 'Good Mornings' and strolled on in opposite directions. Now it is time to head back to my home. I hear small dogs barking as I pass their gates. They wag their tails hoping I would stop and pet them, but I trudge onward and upward until my gate is in sight.
Have a good day everyone!