Saturday morning and I am being lazy, lazy, sitting here on the porch in the sun like a cat, watching the chickens scratching for the birdseed that the cardinals and finches have kicked off the feeder. I keep thinking of things I "should" do and then melt back into sunny sloth.
Ducks. One in a pond. Perhaps because it's spring-like, I have a completely unreasonable desire to find a boy duck stud to mate with Lilly and Willie. Or would this be destructive to their sweet relationship with each other? I have no idea but can you imagine the cuteness of a little line of ducklings waddling about the yard? Oh my god.
Sunshine through palm leaves.
Leafing out spirea with Ms. Mabel in the background.
Mick "Spare Parts" Jagger.
The lovely and delicate Maurice, licking her lips after just eating the brains out of a squirrel's head.