Just a quickie.

I saw an article in the NYTimes today that talks about the decrease in the number of "meadow birds" like bobwhite, meadow larks, etc. and it reminded me of the other night when I heard my first whip-poor-will. It actually sings repeatedly "whip poor will." I never really knew that and it was pretty cool. Stan said there hasn't been one around here for 20 years or more. I guess there IS a reason I live here (easily said when it's 68 with a high of 81 predicted!).

Maybe I should change my name to Marlin--oops, make that Starlin Perkins?
Still just
Starla