I was just looking out the window at the birds feeding in the blizzard when a white weasel popped Read the rest of this entry »
Look! In my yard. On Thanksgiving.
I adopted a new cat last Friday. As you can see, though, she’s quite nervous, and is having a hard time adjusting to her new home.
Here she is starring in what I promise is my absolutely last Gerard Manley Hopkins poem set to shaky handheld footage of my yard.
If only because I don’t know any more of his poems.
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