On return from the levee, came across little old man in my driveway, leaning on a tiny CVS shopping cart, still looking for his cockatiel, still weeping. He had a friend beating the bushes. He's apparently had multiple strokes, difficult to understand. "I think, I think maybe somebody took her. I think, I think maybe she's dead."
Not so hot out now, still got pretty dehydrated wandering under sun on levee, having some local soda, P still seems a little aimless, got kind of grouchy with an overly forward chocolate lab.
T's gone strawberry picking with her mom.