Our Collinsville street has lots and lots of huge old trees, especially at our end and they are filled with birds. It's been awhile since I've heard so many birds all day long. Big birds, little birds all shouting in their own particular voice.
We also have a next door neighbor who owns a cat named Max and every morning he lets Max out and takes a walk with him. Then at some point the neighbor goes in and leaves Max to his own outside devices. After a few hours he goes out to find Max to bring him home. He walks down the sidewalk calling, Ma-ax, Ma-ax, Ma-ax.
A funny thing happened yesterday. Max was in the house, but a big bird nearby was up in a tree loudly chirping, Ma-ax, Ma-ax.
Life on Tillotson is alive if you pay attention.
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