At the Flying Pig, a garden center and gallery outside Algoma, I spotted a birdhouse filled with a nest of noisy tree swallows. The parents flew in a constant tag team to feed their fledglings, but the impatient youngsters couldn't wait for the next course.
My aunt has a robin who returns each year to raise babies in the shelter of an aluminum awning. These young birds are nearly ready to fend for themselves.
When I visit Door County I like to visit art galleries, including the Francis Hardy Center for the Arts in Ephraim. The building, located on the Anderson Dock is a historic warehouse, and boaters are invited to paint messages and designs on the clapboard siding. Since the weekend seemed to have a bird theme, I took this photo of part of the building's constantly changing decoration.
Every summer I drive 200 miles north and spend a few days with my only aunt. She kindly agreed to be my "substitute mom" after Mother died, calling to see how I'm doing, providing a place to stay when I visit, and not caring a hoot if I raid her refrigerator. I try to combine this visit with the Algoma doll and bear show, held at the high school. She always works at the fund raiser, baking brownies and delivering lunches to sellers. We have fun looking at old family pictures, eating out together, and generally catching up on each other's news. I sometimes rummage in her basement for my cousins' old dolls. Sometimes I buy a vintage Tammy or Barbie doll for myself, or sometimes I just find and clean up an old doll for my aunt's five-year-old granddaughter. That is what I did this time, and we had a good afternoon sorting through plastic tubs of old doll clothing, looking for just the right outfit for the Madame Alexander baby who saw the light of day for the first time since about 1965.