Sandhill Cranes

I'm finally sated w/ political news and ads (name-calling, doom & gloom, and for some reason trans-people are intrinsically evil).  Currently having a spat of Indian Summer (Native American Summer?). Good time be outside.  I went out early to hang out the sheets I'd washed.  Whip came along, of course, to keep guard.  First she warned off Sandhill Cranes in the field next to the house.  They didn't fly very far before resuming their grazing and were joined later by four more.  Maybe grouping up for their flight south?  As I got the last of the sheets hung I noticed Whip was sitting in the middle of the courtyard gazing intently down the driveway.  I went to check and there was a box truck backing down my driveway.  Must be the table I'd ordered at the State Fair.  Yes, and the bench that goes w/ it.  Forgot about that.  Positioned them down by Ragnarok.  Now have a place to put 'fixings' when I cook over a fire.  I spent some time in Sleipnir working on putting away stuff.  Figured I'd better check on where Whip was but when I opened the door there she was sitting on-guard by the door.  We went out for a walk and while Whip kept out in front of me, she also seemed to know right where I was (maybe I should take a shower?).  Anyway, tonight I feel much more relaxed and up-beat.  Don't think I'm ready for politics again just yet. Maybe I'll play an audio book and break out a jigsaw puzzle early.