By Evelyn Richardson

Oh, there's the mother deer and her two babies! They were born late in the spring, so they still have their fading white spots. I'll stand still and watch them out the window for a moment.

The mother's head is erect and she's alert to every sound, while the little ones romp around under her gaze. They'll disappear into the corn rows shortly.

I see that the garden spider has rewoven its web under the maple tree and anchored it to the grass. Jewels of dew hang on it and make the design sag out of shape.

A yellow goldfinch is taking a drink from the bird bath. Robins will be along soon stirring up the water with their muddy feet. A pair of cardinals take their turn to drink.

I can tell by their colors that the eastern bluebirds are from a recent hatching; probably from the box mounted on the middle clothesline post.

A black and white spotted hawk got all the other birds' attention late one afternoon when he settled on the edge of the bird bath and reigned over the territory.

Squirrels take advantage of the loose dirt in mole mounds to bury walnuts, but they store them everywhere. Dirt scratched out of flower planters is a dead giveaway that they've been there. Guess those special storage spots are for dessert! One dummy tried to bury one in the concrete corner by the kitchen door.

Hummingbirds are already darting across the patio. The feeder will probably need a refill before the day is gone because they are fattening up for their flight south.

The lazy pair of young buzzards haven't yet strolled out from the woods. They eye me with no fright at all. Nevertheless, I move with a quick step around them, lest they think I might be prey!

Hopping rabbits always make me smile. Their numbers are fewer and I miss them. Coyotes are a likely reason.

Occasional visitors that trek across the lot include groundhogs, turkeys, an ugly opossum, a red fox, and one of those coyotes.

Skunks are unwelcome, but they do pass by--I can tell.

The sun is coming up just over the field in the east. The brighter light shows up the smeary trails left by tree frogs on the front windows last night. That's O.K. I like to watch their throats and underbellies vibrate against the glass as they watch to snap a gnat. A quick spray of cleaner and a paper towel takes it right off.

Better get busy. The day will be gone and night will be here before I know it with its lightning bugs and katydids serenade. More so in winter, raccoons come at night and prop their paws on the windowsill to stare inside at me.

What a place to be!