I opened our bedroom door about 6:30 this morning to a dim ambient light. It looked like the drizzling rain was set in. There would be no further work on the house foundation this day.
Looking out at the small hills of clay piled up inside the foundation blocks, I did a double take. Each of the three largest hillocks was topped by a sturdy robin, looking for all the world as though they were playing a game of Capture The Flag.
The sharp-eyed birds caught my movement as I reached for a camera. As one, they moved their tiny feet in quicktime down the hills, then flew.
If the weather clears tomorrow, as predicted, these clay hills will be pushed smooth by Jesse Arden and his Kubota tractor, preparing the ground for Larry Pugh, the plumber, and Bob Johnson, the electrician, to do their necessary preliminary work before the slab is poured early next week.