Thirteen tribes. I had planned on fourteen, but things got crowded near the top, so "Blackfoot" had to be left off. The single ply of red floss seemed to behave better than the black, or maybe I just began to get a better feel for the tedious work. I suppose I should give this map a title..."The Tribes," I think.
And, what's going on with the robins? Saturday afternoon, and again on Sunday, but to a lesser degree, a steady stream of robins flew in a southwesterly direction over our house. There had to be thousands of them, for in the shot below there are about fifty (I tried to count) and that was just what I captured in one click of my camera. This steady stream went on and on for well over two hours. I couldn't help wonder where they were going, and what they would eat when they got there? Surely would take a lot of earth worms!
And still they came... They were close enough that I could see their red breasts.
We all watched the flight of the robins above, even Nell, I think, who was quite content to lie at my feet and chew on her new bone. Early in the summer, there had been a dead deer not far off The Chip Butter Trail. The smell was not pleasant to me, but to Nell it was an invitation to come find a bone to carry home, which she often did, sometimes with my help. (I wrapped the bones in leaves when I carried them.)
Since the hot days of summer, I have been leaving Nell home to guard the place. And... well... it's hard to think about, but she's past fourteen now and the climb up the trail is hard on an elderly lady, such as she now is. When I saw this bone on the path, I thought of her, picked it up, and carried it home to my sweet Nell. I could tell she was delighted.