Just waiting for the sunshine to poke it's face over the tree tops, so I can officially say it's daylight in the swamp!  Boot's has had his first breakfast this morning and I must have given him to much, poor fellow just got sick.  Time for a cleanup!  This does not happen to the little guy very often, perhaps he had to many treats, the last couple of days, or maybe it was because of the extreme heat.  I will just have to give him a break from his regular patrol duties and let him rest a bit more.  If there is such a thing, he is already sitting in the window waiting for his sparrow friends to show up.  Though I might add, his breath could do with a bit of mouth wash!!!!

  After breakfast and a shower, Susan shall head back to the city to her job.  I shall not see her again until a week from this Tuesday, as she is flying out to BC for our nieces wedding.  When she returns, she will spend the last of her five days off with me at the lake, hurrah!

  Yesterday was spent with self medication techniques, of the legal varieties.  I was trying to calm my headache, but to to avail.  The sunshine is now over the trees and is streaming in my window, Boots is trying to keep down a different variety of breakfast.  So far so good!  And is back in the window waiting for the arrival of the dreaded sparrows!  They seem to arrive shortly after the sun hits the window.  Boots has this inner peace and breathing technique that makes himself sound like a pigeon cooing.  I am not sure if this is his calling them, or his disguise technique.  This is one of the musical notes he makes when he is dreaming in bed fast asleep.  Poor Mr. Poo, as Nicole would call him.  I tried to show him a robin, but he was to fixated on a piece of fuzz that he missed a pair of robins in his yard.  Oh the action he is getting now is unbearable, and the sparrows are yet to arrive.  The poor guy may have a heart attack yet!  My God there is even a "ravin", no wonder all the birds are going crazy!  Thank God the raven has finally moved on and things have settled down to normal.  Boots must be starting to feel a bit better, he is back into his water again, so I shall concentrate on keeping it fresh for him.  Hopefully he is through the worst of it.

  After Susan has gone, I think Boots and I will try and get back into a normal routine of morning walks.  The dawn patrol we shall call ourselves.  We can do this between his two breakfast's.  This will be less stressful for Boots (no cars).  It will also give me time to try and clear my head for the day, when it is cool outside.  This will help me plan things out for Building the Simple life..........................