|MY SUNDAY AFTERNOON BACKYARD CAMPFIRE|
|'WANNA TRY SOME WEED KID'...….'NO, MY MOM SAID IT WOULD MAKE ME LOCO|
|NO IT'S NOT A TWO HEADED ALPACA....BUT THERE IS SOMETHING UNEXPLAINABLE ABOUT THIS PHOTO THOUGH|
|NEAR THE ALPACAS I SAW THIS SWAN IN A KIDDIES POOL|
|FROM THE COLORING AND MARKINGS ON IT'S BEAK I'M GUESSSING THIS TO MAYBE BE A WHOOPER SWAN|
|A LAZY MONDAY MORNING IN THE FARMYARD|
|I HAVEN'T A CLUE WHAT THIS FELLA WAS UP TO|
|TURKEY VULTURES IN A FIELD|
|I'LL BET THESE GALS ARE GLAD TO BE OUT OF WINTER'S BARN|
|LOOK CLOSELY THERE IS A SQUIRREL STARING AT YOU IN THIS PHOTO|
Cold rains were upon us before mid afternoon and that pretty much put the kybosh on my day. At the time of publishing this our outside thermometer tells me we are at a cold and wet 33F. Hoping for a slightly better day Tuesday,
GROANERS CORNER:(( An 85-year-old widow went on a blind date with a 90-year-old man. When she returned to her daughter's house later that night, she seemed upset. "What happened, Mother?" the daughter asked. "I had to slap his face three times!" "You mean he got fresh?" "No," she answered. "I thought he was dead!"
Many years ago, in the south pacific, there was a small island kingdom that was ruled by a kind and benevolent King. Each year, on the King's birthday, the residents of the island gave the King a new throne as token of their love and respect for him. And each year, the King would put last years gift up in the attic of his small grass house. After many years of ruling the island, the weight of the large number of birthday presents stored up in the attic became too heavy and caused the house to collapse down on the King. Moral to the story is: He who lives in grass house, shouldn't stow thrones.