Last year here in this same campground I remember that most mornings just before dawn I heard the haunting sounds of a hoot owl that we called HOOdini. I hadn't heard him this year until this morning there he was again. I remember that one morning last year he was talking with his mate in a back and forth conversation of HOOs.
Yesterday morning was a bit chilly out, jacket weather. Here at the campground, surrounded by the large mass of water, the temperature was a mild 50 but when we drove out to take Phyllis to the airport it dropped to a cool 38. It even looked like some light frost on some cedars by the roadside. It's supposed to rise to mid 70s this afternoon.
It was fun to have Phyllis with us for the past week. We did get in a couple of card games and she won the first one but I prevailed on the next. She sent us a text yesterday around supper time that she had arrived back with her kittens with no travel woes.
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