WRITER'S BLOCK

I can't think of anything to write so I am going to simply put up photos.

Everyone knows what

a Red-Winged Blackbird looks like.

The bird on the right is a heron that was on a shed where we went to rent an airboat in Florida. He hung around all the time and had a name but I cannot remember what it was. Stan, maybe.

My daughter and me kyacking (Bwaaahahahahahaha) outside my brother's house in Oahu many yrs ago. He no longer lives in Hawaii. Once in the lagoon by myself I accidentally ran over a sea turtle which were abundant in that little inlet.

This is the lovely little cabin that my daughter and my son's ex stayed in at Sanibel Island, Florida. It was a wonderful trip and we could sit on the porch in the evening and see the Gulf of Mexico and drink our wine and Margaritas and watch the sunset.

Montesano, Washington. Stellar's Jay sitting atop one of many bird feeders in Mary's garden. Far at the foot of the garden you can see the huge pines that are owned by Weyerhauser paper. Many of them are gone now, compliments of a very bad windstorm a year or two ago. This was taken in 2002. Mary is a Master Gardener and her garden is just drop-dead gorgeous.

Also it has a very treacherous CLIFF-- well it's a hill, actually, that leads down to those trees which it is possible to fall down during a garden tour, remembering, as one tumbles, to set one's glass of scotch carefully down so as not to spill as one rolls screaming into the abysss.

When Susie and I went to Wyoming we got caught in the middle of a cattle drive: the old fashioned kind with horses and cowboys(and cowgirls) moving the herd a few miles a day to another pasture closer to the barns, in preparation for winter. They had two Border collies working: this one was resting in the back of the truck (they had a trailer for the horses, too)  Originally he was watching-- with ill-disguised envy-- his partner working, but when we pulled up he could see  Cooper in the back of the car and that is what he is staring at in this photo.

This is the other BC, working with the head Honcho and moving the cattle.

This is a little pier at Sarnia, Canada. I don't know the Province, I cannot remember. Susan the Belgian Sheepdog lady and I went up here for a dog show. I am not even sure which dog I had at the time, probably Cooper since Quiller really was not showable. This was right across the road from the motel we stayed in. It was a beautiful area, and a lovely show, and Susan did quite well altho I think I bombed.

Washington State