I haven't caught up ten pages or so yet. But I just gotta pass this on 'cause it is so kewl.
I was outside just now, lookin' up at the full-moon buttermilk sky... and I noticed an odd silhouette; it looked like an elongated witch's broom was stuck horizontally on my chimney about a half a foot from the top. Then I noticed what looked like a large sleeping chicken on top of my chimney.
It was Lumpy (AKA: Fancy Pants) -- He has found a new roost away from the big pine tree in my front yard/jungle where he has roosted for 15 years.
Lumpy is now so named becuz he busted his foot. But since he did that last year, I kinda figger he is a normal member of the Sneakydicker Fambly: we have all been wounded, but seemingly cannot be kilt that easily atall.
I was outside just now, lookin' up at the full-moon buttermilk sky... and I noticed an odd silhouette; it looked like an elongated witch's broom was stuck horizontally on my chimney about a half a foot from the top. Then I noticed what looked like a large sleeping chicken on top of my chimney.
It was Lumpy (AKA: Fancy Pants) -- He has found a new roost away from the big pine tree in my front yard/jungle where he has roosted for 15 years.
Lumpy is now so named becuz he busted his foot. But since he did that last year, I kinda figger he is a normal member of the Sneakydicker Fambly: we have all been wounded, but seemingly cannot be kilt that easily atall.