Dad had ‘stuff’ to do in town.
So, Mom, Mindy,
and I hung out in the yard
with the hens. Mom worked.
Mindy and I had ‘stuff’ to do.
Then Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go with her, to take some photos at the Upper End, or maybe the Back Forty, or who knows even over on the Rocky Point.
Or, shudder, Coyote Hill.
Sure, I bayed.
Off we went.
Mom saw Quails and Stewart. Stanley wasn’t anywhere to be found.
I looked for him. But nothing.
There were lots of birds
Even a hawk hunting, or was that a Buzzard?
Neither Mom nor I knew.
We drove around lots. Mom would get off,
then I would get off, then Mom would take photos,
and I would sniff out the news.
Back home again we went.
It was fun.
Just Mom and I.
We were pulling in when we heard Dad coming home
Home came Dad. We were all home at the same time!
But Mindy says…That’s Okay.
She says I don’t know what I miss when I am gone!
So, instead of what Mom doesn’t know…
once more it is what Mindy doesn’t know.
“Who cares?” Mindy said as she scampered away.