It’s the last bitter cold day, according to the weather forecast.

This week, I should be able to sit outside with a chair and a tripod and try to get some exciting bird photos. We’ll see. I’m doing some experimenting this week with my bird photography to see if I can’t figure out what I’m trying to do. I’ll be back in surgical boots and no showers for a week.  I can’t get my foot wet.

I have no complaints; my brace and foot have worked well together. It was a sweet day; I have a mix of photos to share, images of my life. I love spending  quiet days like this with Maria, although she is rarely still, she runs from one task to another, it’s her nature, and at some point at the end of the day, we come together and stay there for a while.

I’ve named him Ares in honor of the fierce Greek God of the same name.

Red, my great herding and therapy dog, loved Fate, and he repeatedly tried to teach her how to herd sheep. It never quite took, but Zinnia sometimes gives it the college try when the sheep come in or out of the pasture, as she did this morning. She races down the hill, woofing, and the sheep mostly ignore her. They are not fools.

Afternoon feed.

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