Another not really cool, not really foggy, beautiful Sunday morning coffee muses.

The almost foggy haze is thicker this morning, the dew so thick the grass glistens in the sun. The traffic sounds coming from the bypass are loud. The cows are mooing  this morning, a sound seldom heard.

Speaking of cows, my neighbor’s cows are right up by the fence. Though, they aren’t the same ones doing the mooing. I can see them moving like ghosts thru the haze and shadows.

My prayers go out to the victims of yesterday’s tragedy. No one should be afraid to worship anywhere, especially in America. I would ask what this country is coming to, but we all know the answer to that… we’ve lost our tolerance for those that aren’t like us, and our tolerance for violence is in ascendance. And the man with the bull horn keeps calling to our intolerances, while fanning the flames of violence against others.

But enough of that…

Hazy morning light, bright under clear skies. The red oak tree is beginning to show margins of color around the early leaves that are falling.

Yesterday morning, a flock of geese flew over very high. It’s always fun to try and spot them when you hear them in the autumn air. It looked like at least fifty flying from west to east.

A hawk just made it’s presence know by flying over screaming it’s call as it flew down towards the bayou. It was a very large, light bellied bird. Merlin wasn’t able to give me a good ID.

Time for me to call this quits and go in and do breakfast.