Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang

The sharp shinned hawk family prevails. They roar through here regularly. They always seem to come up out of the canyon and perhaps they hunt all along it. I watched two apparently both chasing the same thing, or just playing. They both suddenly dived into the bushes at the side of the house and after about 20 seconds one, then the other took off westward into the neighbor’s yard, unfortunately out of my sight. I’ve taken down even the empty bird feeders, er, bait stations, because small birds still land on them just to check.

Finally, August 23 and no hawks for a few days. I think it’s time to try putting up the bait stations er . . . bird feeder and cross fingers.

I’ve found a wonderful nearby food stand with lots of lucious veggies and fruits. Absolutely delicious small cantaloupe I cut up and froze along with the peaches already there. I was going to dry the peaches but they were so juicy and sweet, I decided to freeze them instead. I haven’t made a peach pie in a long time, but last time I did, it was memorable.
Today I finished a melange of veggies, onion, pepper, mushrooms, patty pan squash in Rogan Josh from a jar with yogurt and pieces of chicken.
I’m also roasting eggplant on the grill and it makes a wonderful base for veggies. M’Weec cleaned the bowl and enjoyed every morsel.