“Hey! Can someone come babysit? I need a minute to myself…”
Momma and baby. It’s kind of freaky how pale her comb got while she was sitting on her eggs.
She’s a rock star. Actually, since someone commented that they always think of showgirls when they see the featherheads, I’ve been thinking of them as “Lola.” I think this black-crested golden polish is so pretty – I love her colors.
I think Lola’s got a crush on Michele. She’s always hanging around him.
“I don’t know. I can’t see a darn thing. I think I need to speak to my girl; she’s not cutting my hair short enough.”
“::sigh:: You again?”
Juvenile assassin bug, eating a fly.
I actually had a dream the other night that I fell into the wallow. It was not a happy dream because that wallow is NASTAY.
It’s a rough life.
I made a second movie the day before yesterday (right after I made the gigantic-kittens-nursing video). I call this one “It’s good to be king.”