I’m pretty sure that’s what it was. But the next year, there were hardly any birds at all, not even the egg-stealing crow that harassed the mockers. The only bird we saw or heard the next year was the red-tailed hawk. Even the pigeons were gone, for which I was very glad.
I’m too tired to have an Accomplishment for the day. Or even an accomplishment. I think the shower was the best it’s going to get. Not to mention its gloomy again.
I learned the psalm for Mass, but I’ll probably have forgotten it by the time I need it!