What Are You Smoking? - June 2018.

I am sipping my Billy Budd Blonde, a freshly opened tin, in my great bear of a pipe, my Savinelli smooth Hercules 320EX. Warmish coffee back.

Last night we had a scare, something rolled out of the woods on the hill up behind and banged into the house. I looked out there this morning and could find nothing, not even a path through the leaves. I figure something was chasing something else and in a panic the else ran into the house, or couldn't stop, or something. Looking out the back windows as I smoke.

Pretty thickly wooded, my back yard goes up a rather large hill. The top edge is perhaps a little less than 300 feet above the house. Sugar maple, Douglas fir, Silver birch, and the remnants of an apple orchard up there. Deer, turkey, an occasional coyote or coydog, an occasional grouse, (I think. He looks like the bottle of Scotch), Red Tail hawks, countless small bats huddled in numerous small caves where the ground has washed away under the roots of the bigger trees up there, and every few years a bear. Stray cats from home owners down the hill on the edges of my woods, which I believe brings in the coyotes.

Oh and huge bluejays. Someone told me they are a kind of subspecies called Texas Blue Jays? I don't know, I just think they are well fed. They look like a blue jay swallowed a tennis ball. They kind of look at you when startled, as if to say "What?"

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