Beautiful dry cool weather here, chillun. Love it love it love it! Those big combine cotton harvesters are in the fields, and hay is being cut and baled. The squirrels are making hay too, going up and down the hickory trees and squirreling away nuts. Hope that doesn't portend an extra cold winter like last year. Old folks looked to portents of all kinds to predict the weather--I'm watching frantic squirrels.

Well, the Mississippi Band of Choctaw Indians are in the process of building a casino just north of us in Jones County, on tribal land. The governor railed against it, preachers screamed against it, there was a big ballyhoo, but they couldn't stop it. As long as it's on tribal land, the railers and screamers will have to eat dirt and shut up. There's nothing they can do about it. Good! It will be called the Bok Homa (BOHK HO-MUH) meaning "Red Creek" in Choctaw.

Saw something beautiful yesterday. Going along state Highway 98 and saw a man pulled off on a turnaround, squatting down opening a wooden crate. Thought I saw a bird coming out. So I passed and next turnaround, I went back to see what he was doing. He was gone, but there was a flock of doves flying in tight formation overhead.
They swooped up and down in circles over the treetops, so close together I don't see how they didn't run into each other. They reminded me of a school of fish, all turning instantly as a group. Sometimes as they changed position, their backs faced the sun and I could see a flash of soft gray feathers. I'm dying with curiosity--did that man let them out? Does he have a dove cote, and let them out to exercise knowing they'd fly back home? They were so beautiful in flight I watched until they flew west out of sight.

Later, y'all, susil