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.
At the EAA hangar in Willow Springs, Bill and Berlin and Jerry were puttin' the color to the Pietenpol wings (that's an airplane, you know). That's the flight simulator in the background, and I was checking out the computer, making sure it would be working for the OZ festival on Saturday coming up. Highway Patrol departing Willow Springs, off to watch for speeders on 60 Hwy.