A mishmash

First, thank you Bird Lady! for identifying the bird in the previous post. It's a very young little blue heron. Apparently they don't get their full color all at once, a factoid I didn't know, having never seen such a young one. My little bay seems to be drawing birds again; an American Night Heron was hanging around a few days ago. It had hurt its foot somehow but wouldn't let me anywhere near it. Gone now, so hopefully all is well.

Second, I got these beeeeeuuuuuuuteeeful photos of my granddaughter eating her first oysters and first shrimp po'boy from the family's recent trip to the Gulf Coast. Anything that makes me smile a lot these days, I'm sharing! My daughter Michelle is trying to make up for the fact of my jealousy at not being able to eat oysters with them...pretty good job, kiddo!




Third, Sean is out of the hospital! Hooray! He kept being interrupted by the sound of the seaplane flying over the Seattle harbour while he and Nancy ate lunch. Definitely a better sound than the whisk whisk of nurses' shoes on shiny floors.

Fourth, the Cwim series. I was trying to grab a few more minutes of sleep when it seemed like Santa and all of his reindeer were on the roof. Instead, it was Cwim, running around like mad up there. Why? I have no idea. When I came outside she looked at me with a small cry, like she had no idea how to get down. Two seconds after I came back inside, she followed, using the genipe tree, no doubt. But don't tell, she thinks it's a secret.







Which brings me to those pesky storms - see gotoculebra.com and/or stormcarib.com for info. They are wearing me out! Today will be finish it up day for all the things I forgot to buy, like...toilet paper. It's the little things that make the difference between comfort in unpleasant circumstances and...damn it, I can't believe I forgot that! discomfort.

Have a beautiful Sunday!