this poor guy has been hanging around our yard lately. there’s clearly something wrong with his right wing and he can’t fly. he’s doing just fine eating the seeds that fall from the birdfeeder, so he’s OK for now…
I guess that’s one option for making your minivan easy to find in the parking lot.
no standard plastic bag warning* for this wee little bag, oh no! it must be destroyed completely! otherwise, heaven knows what it could do!
*I can’t believe “plastic bag warning” is a real thing.
Greg constructed a little stand out of skewers to hold his marshmallow near the fire. leave it to an engineer….
this gull doesn’t look all that happy about the pouring rain….
this was the view out our 3rd story window tonight. very nice.
I felt a bit illicit as I walked towards this sign…
I guess the pay phone really is dead…
Ferrous has been enjoying the windowsill since we brought him home almost a year ago. Gandalf has only recently started using it. which is good, because when we had the porch built, we told the contractor to make the windowsill an appropriate width for a cat.