Maybe the last mowing for the season... maybe. This bull always hangs over the fence on the way to the airport... maybe he wants to go flying! Well, the starlings are flying, milling millions! This was the third flight that left the tree before I got to it. How come they don't bump into each other? Gray day, supposed to rain, didn't. Just another blustery day in the 100 acre wood. Well, y'all wanted some pictures, now you got'em.