Finding the way to the feeder.

I wrote that I'd keep this thing going. I'd be a liar If I didn't. Or a fraud. The Wizard of Oz was  fraud, a humbug to be precise. He was a good old dude so being a humbug wouldn't be awful. But I keep looking at that darned black pole with it's two bird feeders and suet cage...

Finally, I got to see some of the creatures Patty tells me have been at my bird-feeder. Bluebirds were on it and bright yellow birds, too. I think the yellow ones are gold finches. They sing and flit back and forth from the bushes to the feeder. The biggest surprise was the four turkeys That scared me yesterday. I wasn't expecting them. Patty had seen one earlier in the week so I thought I might see it. It brought friends and seeing them in the shadows startled me. I startled them too and they took off running down the hill. Now I'm waiting for the bear Ashleigh warned me about.

My new pet. He didn't bring the ladies today.

Another semester has come and gone at grad school. The class I began with is graduating except for the few of us who are taking extra classes or spreading things out. I'm one of the spreaders. Two courses a semester is all I can handle and there were days I couldn't even handle that.

Livy, my youngest, graduates from college next week. I was scared when I graduated from college. Not nearly as scared as I was graduating high school, though. Even with plans, graduating is a big step into the unknown. Graduating high school led to that mysterious thing called college that almost everyone who ever went said was great. Like her, I graduated college without having found the job I got a degree to do. I'm sure she's scared, but she'll never tell. None of my kids ever told me when they were scared. I never told my parents, either. Kids find their way. The birds found their way to the feeder at their pace, not mine.