A friend on twitter recently commented that my brother's do not equal exposure. By special request, here is Iggy and Spot. I can never tell them apart so don't bother asking me who is who. They are pictured here in the bathroom resting atop the washer and dryer. That's their favorite sleeping place because (a) it's often warm (b) I can't chase them and (c) they have a sky light that they can look out of.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
So this was an unusual find. Earlier this week I was rustling along the brambles next to the Charles River and stopped and pointed out the remains of Buddy (2000-2006). The simple wooded box was firmly affixed to the ground and appeared to be thoughtfully placed in an out-of-the-way place.
I don't know anything about the story of Buddy--but this creature was obviously cared for, loved, and is missed. It seemed fitting to mark our discovery here.
Regular readers have learned that Cambridge has a tiny flock of turkeys to call its own. Check back here and here for earlier postings. I just imagine the conversation these two turkeys are having. "Act natural Harold. Maybe she won't notice us." I did notice them. I don't understand why the human won't let me eat them. It seems unfair. Doesn't it?