No more chicken breaks from the run the past two days. Someone continues to drop an egg from the top rung of the roost. In fact, this morning there were two eggs I had to retrieve, neither broken. ("Bombs Away!" and fits of chicken giggles.) Everyone waiting for me as I didn't get out there before dropping E at school. Complaining, of course. No sign of woodchuck all week. No further sign of skunk, although under the sink continues to have a skunky aroma.

Saw a swath of stratus the other morning and lined across it were three fat, parallel, contrails. Nature doesn't deal in parallel lines. The measure of man on nature.

I drive and I'm in shadow while the hills are lit by sun. Light at the end of the tunnel. Fits how I was down and climbing back out of it now. The sun on the hills shows what's left of the fall color change...orange and yellow mostly, some bronze. Lots of silver now from bared branches.

Frog Out