Where have all the flowers gone? Just Spencer hiding from the birds.
Stuffed himself between the pots. I could hear his purrs from inside the house.
Forest from the top of the house. Bright this year.
It has never looked so colourful. Almost as if we lived in the Maritimes.
Smokey, Spencer's brother, from the hill, come to visit.
Enjoys hanging around these fall days.
Sunrise in the mist and rain. Also sunset. In the rain and mist.
Tail of a Steller Jay scooping in the seed pan.
Fog over a cold, blue Pier.
Sun at last. Smokey waiting sleepily on the steps.
Forest smothered in mist and cloud.
Marina entrance. Fog barricaded.
And Spencer. Me-0wling at the porch door.
Not to come in. They never come in.
They HAVE homes. Just announcing that they're around.
Steller Jay Patriarch. Owning the birdbath and the seedpan.
He tries to stuff as many peanuts into his beak as possible.
He squabbles with the rest of his family . Seems to enjoy it.
Changing. Smoke Bush is bright this year as well.
And Cordelia surveys from the fence. She is as beautiful as ever.
Gold Cat comes down from the hill. To watch all the birds.
Vines yellowing. Dying. No grapes this year. Next year.
Gold cat is so oblivious. One thing on her brain. Birds. Birds.
Katura leaves. Starting to die off. Hanging on for dear life.
Cats playing. In the leaves.
Like little kids. 1,2,3,4, tag, you're it........
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