Three on the wing

While out front yesterday evening  I managed to capture these three flitting from their perches on some dried-out tumbleweeds and branches.

Just so you know I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth

Though things have fallen on me.

I had a little run-in with this on Sunday.

Cast iron. Very heavy. Sharp edges.

It won.

Remind me never to move a shelf again without first removing the heaviest contents from the highest shelf. Pain, blood, and three staples later, I’m still kicking.  No concussion.  If you were one of my Facebook friends hanging around on Sunday, you were witness to the blow-by-blow.

So here’s a somewhat cuter photograph.

Cottontail

There’s no point in showing you this photo in color…rabbit and surroundings are the same. Taken on our property. (See, I don’t need to drive 60 miles to shoot wildlife!) And no, they’re not that afraid of us. Or the dogs. Sigh.

Tennis Ball and the Homecoming

Nina and Buddy’s tennis ball. A little worse for wear, but ready at a moment’s notice.

“Love my ball!  Taking it back to mom to throw for me again. Oh . . . wait! What is that?”

“What’s that noise? Is it . . . HIM?”

“Wait, I need to focus. Let me spit this out.”

“Okay. Now I can really pay attention. YES! It is his car! And he’s going to be coming through the gate any second now! Must. Be. Ready.”