My best bird sighting for weeks was this morning. A brown creeper creeping along the sycamores at Lake Isabella. My camera was in a bag, at home, where I left it. I NEVER go anywhere without my camera. Made me feel like I left the house without pants.
If you ever wanted to know what it's like to be tackled by Hooper, the 80 pound "German Malusky", as Kathi calls him (German Shepherd, Malamute, Husky), this is the last thing you see before the tackle:
Thank you for the love, Hoopie. Now could you please get off my chest?
Hooper is prone to staring vacantly. I wonder what he's thinking about?
"That bacon-grease-soaked paper towel that I ate earlier was really good. I haven't smelled anyone's heiny for like an hour. Trrrreeeeeeeats.....I like trrrreeeeeeats.....I need to pee."
Last weekend, the whole family went to the Cincinnati Museum Center to see a new exhibit "Dinosaurs Alive", and to see the affiliated iMax movie. Meh. It was okay. Not really worth the money we paid (and we are members, even).
I wandered off at one point and went into the John Ruthven Gallery.
They have original Federal Duck Stamps going all the way back to 1936:
Above each stamp was the original artwork.
This one reminded me of Laura, because of the soulful-eyed Lab, and the duck in the mouth (she has a thing for ducks):
Here's the Williams family about to be eaten (by a plant-eating dinosaur):
Hams. That's what they are.
Lucy, wrapped in a Birdie Burrito:
Officially, it's called "toweling", but that's no fun. (She was getting her beak coped, hence the towel, the hood and the pen).