My dilemma...how do I ever throw out these ugly boxes?
Some cuteness for the morning...
These little mousies are growing and I can't wait to see them open their eyes.
I'm in here too much apparently and have been told off by another foster person.
I think Annie is lonely because she never wants me to leave the room when I do come in. She chirps at me and follows me to the door. She wants me to pet her and talk to her. She loves to be carried around. What do I do? Go with my gut and keep visiting? Probably 'cause I'm stubborn.
On my way home from caring for Helma, I stopped along the river in Appleton to watch this...
They are preparing for the long flight south and gathering to discuss their route, no doubt.
Aren't they magnificent?
Then home for coffee and go visit Annie. :-)