Where’s that naughty kitty been? Even though it’s nearly ten, she’s not had a single nibble of the tuna and the kibble that I put outside the door long ago—two hours or more. If dead from curiosity, she’s passed her illness onto me!
Click on first photo and then each photo to enlarge and see the story of Little Duck.
Little duck emerges from his handy little private condo in the kitchen cabinet..
Really little Drain Duck is the newest addition to the Forgottenman household. He makes Little Duck into Big Duck by comparison––or, at the least, Medium Duck.
Little Duck seems to have been very influenced by the Rio Olympics. Here I caught him working on his gymnastics routine on the steady ring(s).
I don’t think bungee jumping is an Olympic event yet, Little Duck!
But all that exercise took its toll. A few electrolytes helped restore energy. Forgottenman tried to pour salt on his tail to slow him down, but made the startling discovery that Little Duck has no tail!!! That explains why it is so hard to catch him when he is up to his usual tricks.
So he decided to go visit his little friends, immigrants from Forgottenman’s earlier visits to Mexico. That’s Forgottenman trying to get into Mexico with his Murdo reunion T-Shirt on. That’s the immigration officer duck blocking his way.
luckily this cooler version of the original grim pitchfork wielder had no objections to Little Duck making it a trio act.
And of course, being Little Duck, he had to get into the action.
When he woke up, it was to a flurry of packing. Seems the househumans are taking off for Minnesota tomorrow. Determined not to be left behind, Little Duck decided to smuggle himself into Judy’s bag, but misjudged the size of his tummy after all those treats and got stuck.
Although Little Duck at first remained in his ceiling seat restraint, as befitted his status as a sometime creature of the air, he soon grew restless.
he decided Big Duck needed a bit closer supervision.
I told Little Duck smoking would stunt his growth, but he never listens to me.
I finally hid his tobacco and papers, but I didn’t bother to hide this bottle because I knew he couldn’t reach it anyway. But he outsmarted me. Big Duck scorns in the dark background.
So, Little Duck decided to explore a bit. The recumbent nude bronze seemed to him like a pony ride created just for him.
Now and then, his attention would be diverted by the need for a little liquid refreshment from Big Duck’s cup, …
When Big Duck retreated to find a little solitude to practice his guitar, Little Duck had a front row seat–to Big Duck’s back.
You’ve seen these photos before in numerous posts about Little Duck. This is a blend of a number of his different adventures.
A little bird flew around for an hour today with a balled-up Kleenex in her beak, looking for a place to build her nest. Her mate accompanied her and they investigated the plumeria tree for a long time but it is without leaves at the moment. In a few weeks it would be a possibility. Her mate then stood lookout on the Plumeria while she investigated the bamboo and bougainvillea. Finally, she settled on the big cactus..It was fun observing.
Then a vermillion flycatcher took over the lookout branch. If that is a Kleenex I dropped, some of my DNA will be in the nest!!
I promised a couple of people that I’d show what is hidden inside some of the drawers in my studio. This is just one stack of many stacks of drawers. If you click on the photo, you can see details and the category for the drawer. Multiply this by twenty and you might get an idea of the number of objects in my studio. And that doesn’t include the beads. Crazy.
I’ve been outside so much during this Shelter in Place period that I’ve been seeing lots of birds. I think Granny’s Bird of the Day prompt has ended so I’m just going to do my own private bird of the day for awhile. If anyone else wants to do so and link to it, just do so in comments. My friend Paul Hart, an avid birdwatcher and genius photographer, identified this for me.
Tonight when I came into my house after a swim, maybe around 11:30 p.m., I went into the kitchen and there was a snake about a foot long and a half inch thick coiled in my sink! It slithered under a plate and for some reason I ran water in the sink and he slipped down the drain onto the blades of the garbage disposal which were about five inches below the level of the sink!! It took some time for the water to drain, and then the flaps on the drain kept me from being able to look down and see if I could see him–and if he was moving. I put my ear close, trying to hear him, but heard no movement. Finally, I went to get a flashlight, put on long gloves and got a set of long-handled kitchen tongs. When I pushed back the rubber flaps on the drain and turned on the flashlight, I could see the snake coiled and it was moving! So it hadn’t drowned. I went and got a wastebasket with a plastic liner bag and after 6 tries, finally picked up the snake with the tongs, dropped it in the can and released it outside. What a relief!!! This is only the second snake I’ve found inside in 19 years. No, it didn’t even occur to me to turn on the garbage disposal. Ew!!!
P.S. No, this isn’t a photo of tonight’s snake. There wasn’t time to take a photo. This is the first snake I found in the house, coiled behind the umbrella stand. The one tonight was shades of brown. Always a new thrill.