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Today was the first day that really felt warm and spring like, and apparently I wasn't the only one to think so. We heard an owl in the large pine tree in our front yard this evening. Jeff called our son outside, and we all stood beneath the tree to listen. whooo-whooo-whooo-whooo?

Jeff got a flashlight out and we found the owl high up in the dead pine tree, which is the biggest tree in the yard. It was the one that got damaged in the hurricane and dropped half it's canopy on the roof. For a few months it looked like it might pull through, but finally it gave up the ghost. We need to have it taken down, but haven't yet.

whooo-whooo-whooo-whooo?

Another owl echoed the same call in return from across the lake by the playground.

whooo-whooo-whooo-whooo? our owl asked again.

( Struttin' her stuff in the trees )

I wrote back in March about the berries and peaches that grow in my yard in the spring. For those of you who like visual images to go with the words, here are the peach blossoms and the subsequent peaches that I picked the other week. I forgot to photograph them as baby peachlings wearing tutus of dried flower petals, but the ripe fruit is pretty in it's own right.

( Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches... )