Autumn Has Fallen

Merci:  Not too long ago we mentioned the only sign of autumn we would see on our walk was one small tree.

Rusty:  Saturday Jan suddenly realized that autumn has truly fallen, as we now have signs all around us and snapped a few pictures.  Don't you just love the beautiful red of that tree?  It's almost as lovely as our red-headed Merci.

 

Cyndi:  It seems strange that last weekend we had freezing nights and this weekend we're having the same type of temperatures.

Merci:  But it is warmer this weekend.  Last Sunday morning it was 52F in the house.  This Sunday morning it was 54F.  (A little joke, in case you missed it.)  Nope, we don't have our heaters on yet.  Waiting on someone to come blow them out with a compressor so they can be started.

Rusty:  While Jan was admiring the trees, a flock of small birds flew over, circled around and headed across the street and up the hill. The flock was much larger but Jan had to zoom in to get any in the frame.  You have seen previous samples of her zoom aim.  For instance, the headless hawk.  So we're very happy she actually captured some birds in the picture.  We could be posting just a blue blank for your viewing enjoyment.

Cyndi:  We thought they were airplanes in the sky when we first saw the larger version of this picture.  That was a bit scary because why would there be a host of planes in the sky unless we were under attack.  Jan said a synchronized poop attack would be the worst we'd have to worry about from them.

Merci:  And this was their landing destination.  We hope all the flocks of birds flying over at this time of the year will arrive safely at their winter home.

Cyndi:  Let's just hope Marcus doesn't decide to invite them all to lunch.

Rusty:  Wait a minute.  That actually sounds like a tasty ... I mean, a great idea!

Fall Is Falling

Micah:  This preparing for winter is hard work!  I need a break.

Cyndi:  Why are you complaining?  Jan's doing all the work!

Micah:  Yes, but someone has to snoopervise to make sure she doesn't fall off the stool, or through a window.

Cyndi:  But she's the one moving furniture, stuffing newspapers in window cracks, hanging and rehanging drapes, and whining about aches and pains.

Micah:  You're a female.  You just don't understand how important it is for us males to have a job.  It feeds our eggo.

Cyndi:  It feeds your what?  Oh, you mean it feeds your ego. 

Micah:  Yeah, ego.  So Jan gave me the job of bodyguard until the winterizing is finished.

Cyndi:  Well, if you're her bodyguard, you had better hope her body doesn't fall off the stool and land on you.

Micah:  Don't worry, I'm not supposed to be close enough to take a bullet for her, only close enough to the phone to dial 9-1-1 should anything happen.

Cyndi:  It won't be long before the temperature will start dropping down to freezing at night.  Brrrr.  I hate being cold.

Micah:  If this is fall, why is this tree the only sign of the season the dogs see when they walk Jan?

Cyndi:  I have no idea.  The leaves might not be turning yet but they sure have been falling into the dog pen.  I hope you aren't planning to tell me you were sitting by the back screen door with a phone in paw in case Jan fell into the pile of leaves she raked.

Micah:  Of course not.  I sat by the back screen door with a feather duster in my paw to wave and cheer Jan on so she'd stay awake for the long, boring job. 

Cyndi:  Aren't you glad that's over!

Micah:  It's not.  Jan said leaves will keep falling into the pen until some time in January. How about taking over my cheerleader job for the season?

Cyndi:  Can't.  Energetic activity would invalidate my Medicat insurance.


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