Escudo in an unmarked basket pipe that is a great smoker. I’m a basket pipe type of guy, anyway. Also a glass of Laphroig, out here on the porch. A perfect evening after a hard working day, temps around 60 with some rain moving in. The birds are singing the sun to sleep.
Neighbors across the street have been uncharacteristically quiet tonight, yet the male has stepped out on his stoop, twice now, and poured an unknown substance onto the ground, slowly, out of a tin soup can.