Never trust a chickadee. My blackberries are gone – thanks to some winged two legged animal that only ate the RIPE ones.

I would be more “harumpish” if it didn’t amuse me so.

I miss the jay who would eat my garlic toast when I was sitting on the porch in the morning. However, there is an active nest under the awning near my bedroom window, and the goings-on are of great interest to Kodak the cat. She sits on the inside sill, watching. The nerve!

Sorry Alison… that plethora of lilies trumps everything for me. That’s just stunning!!

This morning., dropping some stuff off for hubby, I missed hitting a gopher by inches, I saw him pause, look at me, think for a moment and make a mad dash across the street in front of me, we have had this conversation before he has a bad habit turning up in that exact place and doing the exact same thing, he knows I’ll slow down and let him cross, I just don’t like when he hesitates half way across the road, nature makes life interesting, if not entertaining

ah, your little chickadees! lovely pictures — and I’m enjoying your guest posts on DrGreene too

Oh I so agree with your Dr. Greene entry, I thought the teen years wonderful, too. The only time I found a bit difficult was between 1 and 2 when my sons were mobile but didn’t really grasp boundaries or understand why they couldn’t do something. I disagree with most of the world and found the “terrible twos” a good age as they understood so much more. Each year just got better and better and they are now fine young men. I’m sure your kids had terrific childhoods since we can see what fine adults they’ve become. Makes a mama proud!