Look at that big yellow mouth

The boys found this fella squawking under a tree in the front yard a few days ago. He had fallen out of his nest and was making enough noise to call all the cats in the neighborhood to the birdie buffet.

We pulled a ladder out of the garage, propped it against the tree and placed him gently back in his nest.

I hope he is safe and doing well.

Cole Rules

He is one cute puppy. Luckily the camera has a fast shutter speed cause this pooch doesn't stay still long. He's funny and never lets the fact that he is a clutz, who trips over his own feet slow him down. I love to watch him run down the stairs from the deck to the yard. As soon as he gets down to three or four from the bottom he launches himself out and down. If Camden is ahead of him, he sails right over him. Life with a puppy is good, at least if you ignore the accidents, the chewing and the broken dishes.


Speaking of broken dishes(using for a transition) Sweetie, Good Looking and I went to New Market Saturday. I had been there years and years ago and it was bustling small town. Going to New Market Saturday was like going to a town that time had passed by. We were there for three or four hours and only saw a few other shoppers. The houses and shops, generally looked rundown. I had a good time, but was disappointed that the town had changed for the worst.