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Hummingbirds ain't no angels!

  Red Dirt Road is a song by Brooks and Dunn that tells the story of growing up down a ... Me, I grew up in the 'burbs no dirt roads of any color in sight. I'm listening to Garth looking out of a window at a good rain that portends to last a couple of days. The mobile home that Deb's sister, Eileen, has kindly put us up in is cold today and the tea kettle has already been whistling a couple of times today. The mobile home is on her acreage near the tiny town of Agra. The location is both literally and figuratively a description of the song. Although today that road is likely 'The Red Mud Road'. I wisely got my only chore, a trip to the Post Office, done early today and Deb has kindly set me up with a laptop so that I can happily tap out this blog and sip tea. The Bishop women are generous and kind.  Another example of the Bishop women's kindness is outside my window. Deb has set up her late father's bird-feeders.  This morning a spectacular Cardinal was si...