Look what followed Mom-O home!
He's all fluffy,and ornery,and made of cake...
We don't actually name the cats.
Fat-Cat,and Bailey are just names I use to distinguish them on my blog.
I shall be calling this little fellow 'Rasputin',..after my favorite Aunt on my mother's side..
More of the happy fact that O-Town is a cornucopea of low-hanging fruit.
These Qeene Anne Cherries yielded enough to fill two ample baskets for the residents of Winston Gardens,as well as a generous issue for my co-workers,and myself.
This is Sam,the gay Parrot..
The whole time I was pruning the owner's Ornamental Plum tree,he kept telling me, 'You're Pretty!'
...I figured the least I could do was showcase him on Scribbles.
The O-Town Air National Guard (OTANG),..on the job!
..Missed it by that much.
You can't tell from the photo,but he's carrying a small child in his beak.
Fungus ain't no joke.
We had to cut this tree down due to it's unfortunate infestation.
'You gonna eat all them Maggots?'..
There was quite the bonanza in our community dumpster.
This scrub Jay was willing to fight over 'em.