Kyle put out some peanuts this morning. First thing a Raven came down and took a nibble, but didn't like them. Then the fox came down and took a nibble - also not to his taste. Finally the squirrel came and, all afternoon, has been stashing them here and there in the rocks and wood.
There she is! My 1978 CB550k. It's almost restored, runs like a top, and is my primary method of transportation. It's also for sale, if anyone out there in the wild world of the web is interested...
Here is Patches, a.k.a. Mittens. Or Slippers. She has a tumour growing on her other ear, so she will soon pass on to the furry nether-world, ending a 10 year stint as part of our family. Too bad, because she's a great cat.