Not the song. We woke up this morning to what looked like a heavy overcast... nope, smoke. The fire southeast of us is still burning; no breeze this morning, combined with a high pressure system, and the smoke filled the Jackson Hole Valley...
The smoke got heavier as we drove south, towards the fire. The traffic in the park and south into Jackson was light. We walked around town, visited the dentist, lunch at Mountain High Pizza Pie, a stop at the hardware store to try to find stuff to make a furler for the kayak sail (no luck), and grocery shopping.
By late afternoon, when we were ready to head north to the coach, the wind had become light, out of the west southwest... just enough to clear a lot of the smoke out of the valley. Back home, I took little Izzy for a walk. She came across a finch and ran for it... almost caught it, with a flailing leap in the air. The bird flew into a nearby tree, chirping at Izzy. Little Iz crouched near the tree, chattering back at the bird. Shortly, another bird came to the tree... then another... and another... and a bunch of 'em.
"Um, Izzy, this is starting to look like an Alfred Hitchcock movie, "I said. Time to move on. Izzy was ready to take them all on, but I coaxed her away. She strutted back to the coach... quite the jungle cat.
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