A rainy day in 2018

 Repost from my blog (no longer being updated) Living in Black Mountain. 2018. Leaf Peepers are people who drive through the mountains just to take photos of autumn leaves.

 Yes, a robin was flying around, tried to find his favorite berries, but there didn't seem to be any.  Otherwise, he could do fine with the worms in the mud below the trees...if he wanted to. Sharing with  Saturdays Critters.

The clouds obscure the distant mountains completely, which otherwise would show through our almost leafless trees.  I will bet the "Leaf Peepers" were all hanging out indoors yesterday also.

And speaking of robins, remember my Feb. 26 post about them gifting my car with lots of splotches?  

The robins have attack my car this week. They flock through mainly in the mornings, eating those red berries they can't digest! Unfortunately there aren't nice bugs and worms left in our sterilized grass areas. So the undigested berries are left under all the many bare maple trees, and my car is partially under one.

Tree with red berries

The sidewalks are also scattered with the leavings, so people have to really scrape their shoes when arriving home in their apartments.

Day two of bird gifts... I decided to not deal with windshield spats so have been backing into the space.

This is now day 4, and my goal is to use these warm days to go scrub off the splats and then go through the car wash as soon as they stop! But they seem to be here for the week, and I need to do this deed and get gas by Wednesday. So I'll patiently look at the splats that happen on Tuesday (writing this then.)  But with bird flu found in wild birds in the area, I'm careful not to touch any of the crap which is even on the handle of my door. They are clever little guys. I have a love-hate relationship with them at this point.

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Life is full of mystery. The mystery is our invitation to let go and to embrace uncertainty with the fullness of our being. This is how hope becomes our bearing. It’s how it becomes our compass in uncertain times. ​

JOE PRIMO