.... in Coopville. On Monday!
Can just about see the coop!
Neighbor's house across the road:
Looking out the window over the garage:
The stone wall out front:
Mr. Hawk.
A third of the way up on the right, you can see a squirrel sitting on
a branch next to the trunk of the tree.
That little fella did not move until the hawk flew away. Then he chattered up a storm!
The neighbor's horse barn :
The sun trying to break through:
It didn't make it until the afternoon!
:o)
Good photos.
ReplyDeleteCarl Sandburg's poem "Fog" would seem to be written for your post.
"The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on."
Oh my gosh! - I had forgotten that little poem! Thanks for the reminder! :o)
DeleteWe had a morning like that last week. It outlasted the noon hour, too.
ReplyDeleteIt was cold overnight, but warmed up at sunrise - guess that's what caused the fog!
DeleteKinda spooky.
ReplyDeleteLove to watch it roll over the grass and tree tops! Would be good for some Halloween pics! :o)
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