Evenings are so pleasant down here by the lake. After dinner we pull up a folding chair, squeeze a little more from the box for just one more glass and watch the sunset over the mountains that separate the lower lake from the upper Mesa. Actually I'm kidding on the box part, we are big spenders at Trader Joes when it comes to wine. Just before the sunset, waves of gulls float on air heading north in total silence. If you didn't look up you would never see them. None of their usual gull squawking, just absolute quite. Once the sun sets, the parade of birds changes to flocks of scaup or blue bills that fly low and fast in the same direction. And you know when they fly over, their wings make the noise of a stealth little plane and again, if you're not looking, you would miss them given their speed. If we are lucky, now is the time when the barred owl calls to potential companions, come hither, I'm here awaiting your company. Who-cooks-for-you-allll in his throaty voice.
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