Sun and blood volumes

Despite the chilly air, we managed a good number of blocks this afternoon. Our sweet aging cat accompanied us, as he frequently does, but at one point, a young feisty male from down the block came gallumphing up and at our old boy. He stood his ground for a bit, looking the young'un in the eye, then dashed across the street to the relative safety of our front porch. No dummy; he knows fighting wastes energy and leads to vet visits. Hummingbirds scolded and hovered all up and down the block, sunlight glinting off their tiny jeweled bodies.