The Deers walked later in the day yesterday, and found many more walkers out enjoying the lake than at our usual 7:30 AM time. One visitor was a wood carver, seated on a bench whittling sweet little birds out of a stick he had picked up on the trail. Whittling is a time honored Tennessee tradition, although sadly missing in its traditional location around the courthouse squares. It is always fun to come upon painters, photographers, and now, whittlers, as we walk. This whittled stick, like the 500 or so made before it, will be given to friends and co-workers.