2 kingbirds

I walked at lunch in Breckinridge Park in Richardson. In a small tree, a pair of Eastern Kingbirds perched side by side. My wife was at a meeting tonight. My own evening meeting got postponed by one day. I ate a grilled chicken sandwich and a large chili from Wendy's. I walked in Glendover Park.  The little park pond, usually dependable for Mallards and an American Coot, was again without waterbirds. I hope that the coot in particular is in good shape but only at another pond. That coot is a year-rounder nowadays, at least until last month. I do not know if it cannot fly or will not. I do not even know if it is still in the area. I've grown fond of it, though we do not interact.

There are the remains of a raptor near the pond. Perhaps it is the victim of a coyote or a bobcat or a Great Horned Owl. I think it was a Cooper's Hawk, but my inspection was cursory.

Last night I ate a home-made sugar cookie. It was delightful. I almost never have home-baked cookies anymore.

I worry about the children separated from their parents at the border. I worry about the Thai boys and their teacher being rescued, if all goes well, from a cave amidst rainy weather. I worry about the families of the dozens of people who died in a boat sinking off the cost of Thailand. I am worried about the refugees on boats from Africa seeking sanctuary in Europe. It's a difficult time. There has never been an easy time, though.