Today is Bouchard’s birthday.
He is five years old. Way to go Bouchard!
Happy birthday you snail eater, you!
Today Baby took a regular coconut and made it look like Don King.
Pippin was impressed.
So was Lilian. She grabbed it and ran with it.
That was the last we saw of the Don King coconut.
These are all sections of the same sky from this very morning.
Wintery.
A Desert Sky.
Heavenly.
Bird Skies.
(All skies are bird skies.)
What is Raven looking to get into this time? Besides more trouble, that is.
Oh, yes. She has finished her treat, and now she wants to get ahold of Bouchard’s – to help him finish it, of course. But Bouchard wants no part of that plan!
Why do I have this absurd looking bungee-cord set-up on the cabinets under my sink?
Because I came out of the kitchen into the back yard where I found a gathering of Fort Doberdalians sharing a snack of an SOS pad. The only place these pads are stored is under the sink! Blue stuff was everywhere, being licked from all those places, and the steel wool was carried off by one, Luna, when my face turned red as I boomed, “What the hey is going on here!”
Until I have time to do yet another project, that particular security system for those doors is it!
Tonight, the crows flew by, but were a few houses down, unfortunately, because I was ready for them with my camera.
This one felt like taking a break.
I know the feeling.