D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Spring seems to have brought us at least one new cat, a young tabby who I've seen running along the fence and coming up the steps onto the porch to check out the by then empty food dish. I haven't seen Ms Whiskers in a while, and last night when I returned with the refilled water dish, it was the elderly orange gentleman with the skinny tail on the porch; he allowed me to pet him, and in fact seemed inclined to come in through the screen door, which would have been exciting. I hope Ms Whiskers has either moved out with her person/people and that they will feed her more in the new location, or is still getting her share, just refusing to let me see her.

... and this morning it was Ms Whiskers who scarpered across the street, leaving the catfood not quite all eaten, when I came out to set up the sprinkler on the grass.

D.O.P.-T.

I was recently at the Sunnyvale Community Center (my doc has his office nearby and demanded a visit for allergy prescription renewal, and it's a bad allergy season). Every pair of geese had three fuzzy goslings. Then a coot swam towards the edge of the pond with ten dirty yellow ducklings. Meanwhile there was a cormorant on a rock in the middle (or a statue of a cormorant), and a gull on the adjacent rock.