A rock flossing with the root of a plant.
The beaver dam is an amazing feet. Sometimes you wonder what they think.
A lonely dog waiting out the rain. I am certain I would have taken him in!
Picking off the hikers one by one was successful, albeit slow. So she embraced the concept of the “gated community.”
I really do have a chicken named Dorothy.
The new team building jerseys added much-needed pizazz for the long migration south.
The five on the sweater is for the fifth day of the week. That being Friday.