Some things bring cheer.

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While sorting through life, and troubles, toils, and efforts, I started a load of laundry.  Jackets and other heavier things.  Those were done, and the sun is out.  It's in the low 70's out there, maybe just at 70 last time I looked?  I thought so.  But warm enough, and no threat of rain I could tell, so the items were set out to dry.

While out there, Sam... wanted attention.  I mean... really wanted attention.  I gave her some, and promised to let her in when I went in.  This seemed to relax her.  Not sure what was up, but it's okay.  I'll take care of her, and tend her as I may.  Little, and old, but she has as much say as I can offer.

While putting up the clothes, Mourning Dove was acting a bit peculiar.  Fearful?  She usually isn't afraid of me, or as afraid as others.  I stopped what I was doing, and approached, gently, slowly.  She began acting a bit more peculiar, so I stopped.  Aha!  She has chicks.  Four, little blobs of yellow, black, feather, beak, and feet.  Tiny little things.  So I calmed her and backed away.

So, at least for now, it looks like I have two mommas with, currently, seven chicks, and more on the way with another of the ladies.  Oh, I am quite pleased.  There really isn't much I can do for them.  Make sure the pool is on a tilt, so they won't drown (probably).  Don't fill the side dishpan pool, until they are all bigger.  Tossing feed just for them doesn't seem to get them fed any better.  The mothers seem to know how to feed them, by showing them where, how, and maybe what to eat?  Still, I will toss some feed on the ground... where they can see me doing it.  Not much else I can do.  I am so pleased.

Hmm?  Well, dishes, it is hoped, yet later today.  I'm not moving fast, or well.  It is cool enough, in here, still.  At 75, near the computer, in the front room, mid-afternoon, and cooler everywhere else, it's okay.  Still, sleep is off, food is off, bp still isn't all that good, and blood sugar... at least that wasn't too bad last time... 141 I think?

Yes, dishes.  Oh, and another load of laundry to be put out, in an hour when it is done, or so.  Mostly pants, synthetics, work cargoes.  Those will go on the other other line, and I'll bring in what little is dry.  Dishes may just go in, and not all of them.  Most though.  Pots and a pans, cooking utensils, for now.  Not a lot to do, but I'm not moving fast or well.  That will have to do.

Oh, and... someone sent me a reminder.  Friend?  Thank you.  Bracing, but... good.  Foe?  Can you read?  Though, I take it in the charitability of love that it is, to my way of thinking, offered.  To love one's enemy is admirable.  Thank you.  Yes, I... need reminders of just what my nature is, from time to time.  I was built for pain.  Her I am, Lord.  Though... it... may have been from a recent conversation.  Especially the last.  They never believe until they have no choice.  Not... my... not proving anything, just... history, facts, truth... are sometimes stranger than fiction.  *boom*... *click?*  Never can tell.

Later.