It’s somewhere outside by the tall bushes. The ones that cover the metal

gate. In front of the little room. His singing is a bit different this

evening. Sounds…apprehensive. His singing notes go into a soprano

range for two seconds…and then baritone in two or three notes.

And then sings into his steady sweet tone. Tui, tui, tui, tui…I wonder

if he ate anything today. And the weather…has been miserable.

It could actually be that this heat is causing havoc upon the mountains

as well as many other places. We have a drought…lakes are at a third

of their usual fill. Temperature today reached 100 Fahrenheit degrees.

I wonder where he is. Go out with a flashlight and look among the tall

bushes. But his singing is type of in a stereo mode. If I walk right, I

hear him as well to my left. Tui, tui, tui, tui….can not locate him.

Before I go to bed, I shall get a small plate with water and small pieces

of bread and cherries. I shall find tomorrow wether he ate and drank

or not. Some nights he comes into the little room. I get to see him by the

wall next to the wooden work bench. And bring him the above. And

stops singing for a while. As telling me: I’m eating and drinking. And

that makes me happy. Hope he’s OK. It gives me a lot of pleasure

listening to him. We have carried along for a long time now.

Sweet friend of mine, wherever you are. Take care. Love you.

EO