I Clean House on Monday and Friday

The same hair rat used last weekend to transform me into Ernestine, is responsible for this as well. I rolled under rather than back.

I think I scared the young gardener when I went to the door this morning warning him to take care around my garlic plants. Clearly, whatever he was expecting, I wasn't it. He did clear all the dead leaves away from the garlic and tulip bulbs without disturbing anything. He's probably afraid of me.

This fellow isn't afraid of me, one bit. Relax, it isn't real. If we got robins this size, I'd be outta here. This is one of Danny's (several) models he uses to sketch from. He has a room filled with them.

Tomorrow is Raptors Live, at Fontenelle Forest. Essentially that means the Raptor Recovery people bring out some hawks and owls, and they screech, flap about, and eat the occasional dead mouse hand-fed to them for a snack. My son is into that sort of thing, and gets along well with the raptor people (and the raptors). Me? I'll be in the next room reading a book until it is over. *Shudder*. Believe me, I'm not even all that happy with a fake bird on my head. I do get to sit in a beautiful sunny room (and out on the deck weather permitting) and read largely undisturbed for an hour or so, which is something I wouldn't otherwise get to do, so it isn't an awful way to spend a morning, but yeah, I could really do without the screeching. *Shudder*

Have a lovely weekend.