For the Birds

Back in the 1940s there was an enchanting song written about "when the swallows come back to Capistrano" but there must be some kind of unlovely difference between swallows and robins.  For the past week we've had hundreds of dive bombing robins taking up residence in our neighborhood. Apparently they are migrating south for the winter and every year they make a stop in Franklin...on our street. It's sort of been like the Alfred Hitchcock movie. I didn't feel sorry for the one that attacked our car and lost.

We are making progress on our boxes. We have about 15 boxes left and then the stuff for the walls.  Yesterday Bruce bagged up about 6 dumpster loads of paper for the recycling center. Today we tackled some yard work. There were bushes that were in serious need of whacking, overgrown and encroaching on the house gutters and roof. We raked and trimmed and the place is starting to get shaped up.

Saturday was so nice we decided to take a break and drive over Leipers Fork to eat at Pucketts, and afterward we strolled into some of the shops. Ran into a woman from Davenport who owns a boutique there. She actually lived in Muscatine until she was a year old - her dad taught at one of the middle schools - last name was Hughes. And her husband works for Nutro, same as Bruce. Freakishly small world!