Although some of this could be duplicated in the country around Buffalo, much could not. A less attractive difference is the temperature. I will have retreated to the house by then where the noisy old air conditioner cools a half dozen degrees. But other things are like home. Mourning doves coo, cardinals whistle and brown thrashers compete with the mockingbirds for Oscar winning song.
Swallowtail butterflies ply the shrubs and a gray squirrel bounds across the yard.
This is usually a calm, quiet place, but yesterday was an exception. I called to my wife to notify the neighbors and drove up to see what I could do to head off the herd. All I could think of was a recent conversation with John Sellick about how difficult a time he and his neighbors had getting his cows back when they escaped. Fortunately these were less obstreperous. I pulled up next to two that were already on the road and honked.