As I headed to the mail box today, I heard one of my South

American friends yelling at me. I rushed back to the garden

and raised the martin houses. As soon as they were raised,

the old fellow perched on the gourd rack. I talked to him

for a while and welcomed him back home. Don't know if he

understands redneck english or only spanish.I could tell

the old boy was tired, from his long trip. I was happy the

two of us were able to be together one more year.

Norm