5½” on the patio table, and 14F at 7am. By 9am the sun started to poke through the clouds, and a flock of goldfinches were jockying for position on the feeder. Then we spotted this stranger — the female bluebird maybe?
Why’s Jammer always barking at the fence?
httpv://youtu.be/SE72lR1-tf8
A snowy Saturday afternoon at Export
Dylan
His first bucket list.
Keeping watch by night
A regular patrol of our front porch is provided by Stout from next door.
Reading Charlie Brown’s Christmas
(Copied from Elsp’s Instagram post)
This is Cora!
Waving to Santa
Owen protects his ears from the siren.
Fruitcake!
Thanksgiving at Judy’s
