to top it off, he just drove by in his truck with a newly-split stack of dry firewood and kindling; we unloaded it, and he stacked the fire ring, pulling out a propane torch to start the whole thing. "there, that ought to burn like hell," he said. the fire ring is an old wheel from a truck, stacked full of soft and hard wood, and there's another stack of wood beside it to add as the fire burns down. all free, from a guy who just really likes bike travelers. he must not see many of us, or his finances would be in the red from generosity. maybe later i'll go up to the office to get some marshmallows.
the local crows seem to have discovered my bag of cinnamon buns while i was lying in the grass swatting ants and reading the new yorker. the food's now safely secured from prying (and intelligent) corvidae. every so often a red-winged blackbird hops over and whistles, ten feet or so away--- usually using my handlebars or saddle as a perch.
this morning while i was doing my yoga, a bright orange and black bird with orange tail stripes landed on my bike's rack, but i was already moving through my sun salutation, and the bird startled and flew.