Two drones circulated the encampment today, twice. They first appeared in the sky above us by dawn’s early light. Least ways, that was when we noticed them.
The next time, I am told, they orbited during the noon hour. For some reason they did not fly out over the vineyard area.
Lyle paid a call on the vineyard and gave us the news. We then left Grazie on post and I took Lyle to the narrow track that leads down to the desert. I made sure that he learned the way well enough that he could find it again on his own.
When we gathered in the encampment for the evening meal, no drones dropped by to spy on us.