I could barely hear the doorbell.

But the barking heelers were hard to miss. Someone's at the door.

It was the chief of police.

Which you never know... this could be bad, or this could be not bad. He and I visited for over a half hour yesterday, two trucks parked in the middle of the street. Talking about eagles and hawks, and the economy. (Yes, he also is loathe to admit it, but folks... when you have a job, a recession is a good thing. Certainly better than a boomtown economy. Prices are down, services are good. People want your money when no one else has any, and they'll do whatever they can to make you happy enough to give it to them.)

But the last time he was at our door, just a month or so ago, he had an ATF agent with him. And it was all business.

Today???

It was good. He just wanted to let me know...

He found the owls.

They're nesting in the large tree on the corner immediately east of the flagpole in the park. They've got three young ones this year.

And he thought I would want to know.