I saw many marvelous sights on Sunday. There are miracles all over the place, even at Denny's in Point South. Check out the baby birdies. Photo credits to Cathy/a.k.a. Sunny.
Nature is sweet until it invades your personal space. Baby racoons in the attic. Baby bats in the eaves (and in the house). Don't get me started on squirrels...
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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Spring has sprung!
Indeed.
So sweet.
We've been trying to knock down a pigeon nest from the eaves ... then noticed baby birds in it, dammit ... now we have to wait until they're gone.
Thanks, Kate.
Baby any-things are cute, Chase. God does that so Ted Nugent will let some animals live.
Nature is sweet until it invades your personal space. Baby racoons in the attic. Baby bats in the eaves (and in the house). Don't get me started on squirrels...
John, my daughter once tried to doctor a baby bat back to health. Creepy little thing, the bat was. Sadly, Caroline was not successful.
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