Just a walk around the static neighborhood. So many beige houses. So much silence. We were two cars and one robin away from a well-groomed apocolypse. If we're ever left alone in any type of apocolypse -- zombie or otherwise -- we shall feel right at home. We might not even notice.
And yet: Taking refuge in the garage after being frightened by the weed-wacker:
A baby bunny we herded out of Sammy's home range.
And around the loop:
A great blue heron between ponds in Rock Creek.
And back home again:
Most amazing, a baby bluebird, hopping around the yard.
Perhaps the apocolypse is not as close as we feared.