They Pick Purple Grapes

Cattle Egrets click & kind of Quack as Their Heads bob up & down to pick Bugs & Grubs from Cow Patties. Gnats swarm at my ears & eyes. A Brown-Headed Nuthatch perched on the dish stand pipes & twitters high, Praising GOD! The Full moon rolls behind the Trees in the West as just above the Eastern Tree Line a Full White Spot appears in the Clouds. A Red-Headed Woodpecker drums on an Oak Trunk. Dew Drops roll from Grape Leaves and slide down Silky Strands of Webs, working loose splashing in the Pine Straw. Blue Jays WHINE Grace sounding like old swing chain in need of WD40 as they Pick Purple Grapes. Most are still Green or Sour; We Manage to find a few Plumb Sweet Deep Purple Grapes... mm mm Good. Tufted Titmice join the Hunt!  Guinea Wasps & Black Jacks Crawl on Grape Clusters, making it hard to get some. Ground Doves at the far end, Inca Doves and Mourning Dove on Dogwood Limbs Chant Prayers. High Thin Clouds slide to the Northeast. Roosters CROW. The Sun Burns Through the Clouds and Rays sip on Honey Suckle and Purple Ivy Straws tangled in the Grape Vines. Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds tend to the Crepe Mrytle. Deer BOLT back into the Woods,