playing with the new camera

What is really neat about this camera, all of these pictures  (with the exception of the butterfly) were taken from 60 to 100 feet or more away. The butterfly was about 20. I may get over this. =)

catbird with worm

Charlie guarding the field, the house, the porch...he takes his role very seriously

6 point buck, and while I was taking this two more appeared:  I suspect they are triplets, usually you don't see bucks like this together and they all seem to be of the same size and age, so...

Mother and fawn, still in it's spotty stage and yes it's in the same spot the bucks were in the previous day

this is what a really good zooooom lens can do. This is a tiny butterfly called, GreenishBlue (how imaginative), and its no bigger than my little fingernail

Seeing Things

Seeing Things

you wake up in the middle of the night
not sure what--or who--
but never dare to turn the light on
just in case it wasn't just a dream
or just in case
it was





https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/07/weekly-scribblings-28-seeing-things.html

Things were different then

Things were different then:
Longer, shorter, slower
We learned patience
waiting for the snow
waiting for Santa
waiting in lines
waiting for the phone to ring
or the right song on the radio
waiting to grow up
and find out what "wait till you grow up"
really meant


https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/07/weekly-scribblings-27-things-were.html

early to rise addendum

This was about 9 years ago, Toby on the bottom left, Albert on the right, and Sammy having just had a long morning swurrrp was off to catch rodents.  It was always tastier after the truck had run through the water, and I think it may have contributed to Albert's long life, he was nearly 19 when he died.  all them vitamins, you see. Yum.

Early to Rise really screws things up

For no particular reason,  I seem to be waking up at 4:00 or 4:30 and on a few less than memorable occasions 3:30:  I have no idea when this started but I still go to bed at about the same time (give or take an  hour), but wake up means get up.

Mornings are lovely at that hour: the birds are starting to stir,  and there's more going on in the cool predawn than later, when they all retire to their nests to nap.

The problem comes later, when I think, golly, it must be nearly lunch time, and it turns out that six hours later it's often barely 10 AM.  wow.   I do give in to the Nap, which I have always hated, but it's that or sleep upright at the computer and risk breaking my nose as I lurch forward onto the keyboard.  Not good.

Right now it's just gone 9:30 PM  AM and I've been up nearly 18 hours.  If I was working, I could put in for a full days pay, plus overtime,  if I got paid.  If I was here, I'd be home now.  =)

With the new camera.  This is Toby drinking, yes, from a 5 gallon pail by the bathroom door. He prefers it. If it gets too low in the bucket he actually climbs up on it and blanaces like a spider monkey to swurp swurp swurp until he's satisfied.  If you look at the top of the bucket you can just make out his ears.  It isn't as if we don't have water elsewhere, I have bowls in nearly every room, but this is the one he Wants.
And this is why we have one strict rule.  Always put the toilet seat DOWN. 

This is Toby for his official portrait. Not sure he likes the camera, but at least he let me take the picture...

Cats and kings and other things

we'll come out of this eventually;  diminished in some ways,  uplifted in others.  There will be less of us, and perhaps the loudest deniers will have gone the way of most skeptics.  One can only hope.  Some people seem to thrive on denial of anything they can't see or touch or smell, and yet those are the very ones who try to connect with the god of their choosing.   

It doesnt have to make sense, it just is.

And a cat picture. Of course.  He likes it up there on the kitchen roof, the view is better,  he said. 

Keep safe, wear the damn mask.  We're all we've got.