What a weird day in the garden…or should I say ominous…eerie…dismal? I just don’t know! A few weeks ago I hauled our punching bag out to the back patio. The weather had gotten too nice to be working out next to the lawn mower in our crowded garage. The bag is bright red and stands about 5-feet high. This morning I found a dead Mockingbird next to it. John came home during lunch and buried him. When I got home this afternoon, I found another dead bird! This one was in the rose garden – death by window. It’s not the first time. The punching bag, on the other hand, is new…two dead birds in one day is also new. I don’t know what else to say about it other than that I drove very carefully back and forth from the office tonight and checked the calendar to see if it was a full moon. It isn’t.