Fairy Tale Frolic.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Fairy Tale Frolic.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
|Not this ugly one,|
Wumpus is smaller than both Shoggoth and the Fish -- indeed, Shoggoth outweighs him by three or four pounds -- but Wumpus beat the (pardon me) crap out of both of them. Shoggoth was so traumatized, he hid under the bed for two days. Fortunately, the hall in our house has a door which now remains firmly closed. Shoggoth and the Fish have the run of the bedrooms, and Wumpus has the rest of the house plus the screened in porch plus the great outdoors. He spends most of his summer on the porch so we are not missing the warm snuggles of winter.
Shoggoth likes to look and smell out the window. We have a little stool under one window which I open. He’ll climb up onto the inner sill. It’s sort of like kitty i-max. He’ll also jump up onto the sill of the other window. The only problem there is that that window is closed. It doesn’t work so well. He may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but we love our Shoggoth.
Mungojerrie and Rumpleteaser. Er, I mean Shoggoth and The Fish
A deep, resounding purr.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
It's not that the Amazon is hot; it's the humidity that kills you. Dripping with sweat five minutes after showering, the guide plunked us into canoes, and we were off to the quitude of Tapoche Lake. Quiet except for the flock of five Hoatzin (five is a flock, isn't it?), direct descendants of dinosaurs, that followed us. Quietude? Hoatzin are supposed to be shy, but they squawked and scolded us all around the misty lake. We’d lost our camera or forgotten to pack it, who could tell at this point, so I am pulling a picture off the internet. I can't decide if they're beautiful or funny-looking.
What is it with the girls in groups of threes?
I don’t have the folk dance, so here are marine iguanas. They face the sun in unison.
The land iguanas are more colorful: yellow and orange.
Steve eventually found the chip on the couch. It must have jiggled loose when I put the battery in and then flipped out onto the cushions when Steve opened the battery case to check. Good grief!
Early the next morning sailing to the airport, we circled Daphne Major, the tropic bird mating well, not island, more like large hunk of rock. We saw lots of tropic birds and also a short eared owl that had wrested a frigate bird from a tropic bird and was eating it's guts.
Tastes just like bacon!
My self-image as an efficient and organized traveler has taken a blow. Still, in the end, nothing stayed lost, and I was ready to go home to my light green-eyed pussycat.