As Arnold might say, “Hasta la vista, Baby.”
I do love sunset. Now if I could only get rid of this crick in my neck . . .
Rumi was so right: “We eat the clouds and evening light.”
Cowboys have to ride off into the sunset, but I get to fly!
I have to find a safer neighborhood, this one is downright dangerous!
Ah, sunsets, things of great beauty but also of metaphor.
It is amazing, I look even cuter in the evening, don’t I? That is not a yes or no question.
Escargot again. I wish she’d learn to cook some new dishes.
The Holiday weekend is here. Dinner with the family then Midnight Mass.
Hey, I can’t help it that I am the cutest bird out here. Live with it.