Who cooks for you, who cooks for you-all?

I spotted this owl on the way to church one Sunday morning last year. I don't think I ever posted this picture. I stuck my camera out of the sunroof of the car and he sat still and posed for me. I think he is a Barred Owl, according to the Audubon Bird Guide of Eastern Land Birds.

Sometimes I sit on my front porch and watch the Pileated Woodpeckers and Red-headed Woodpeckers. Daddy used to call the large woodpeckers Indian hens. They are plentiful in the rotten pines, I guess they make their nest there.

Of course, Dothan likes to bird-watch too.  The mockingbirds and blue jays swoop down and run him off.

He's really a scaredy cat.

I saw a pair of pretty Bluebirds at the camp last week.

We see lots of these herons on the river, also. They scoop down and catch fish!

I used to see lots of colorful birds when I was growing up, but I never see these anymore. I don't think the songbirds are as plentiful as they were in the 1950's and 60's.

Oriole

"Do you hear the lonesome whip-poor-will? 

I started out to do a post about food, but I couldn't do it. One of my patrons at my library took her own life Wednesday night. She said she was tired of being in so much pain all the time. She was a nurse, about my age. Her dad is our Sheriff.  A life lost too soon. We don't know why, but someday we will.

Love, from me and Wilma