Whence I was flying home this eve
I passed your garden’s gate
The moonbeams shone
It was not dawn
Although it was very late
I watered and fed
And tilled the bed
Drank wine till I did swoon
I stumbled up
And dropped my cup
Then I flew toward the moon
So when you come to your garden’s gate
A little cup you will find
It was left by a friend
Who will come again
For a dance and a song and some wine.
Lovefrom Leah nd Seanachai

Baby blue chick. Ty
Sorry Lynda I did not see you!

ALERT: The egg just wobbled and is starting to crack... This means that it will hatch within 10 minutes!
Not staying xx

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Rylee is a great catcher! I watch as he will snag what I have thrown out of the air in an impressive leap, twist, grab. I have often thought that he could play for a ball team. What makes me laugh is when we start to play I will toss it into the yard, Rylee and Jojo barking excitedly they race to the yard and stop - turn to look at me - "where is it?" I point it's behind you - Look! Turning Rylee spots it and the chase is on. Jojo making that sound she makes that sound she makes. Rylee grabbing the toy and racing away - Jojo hot on his heels. I'll Be happy when Spring settles and the yard dries up.

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Thanks for the orange chicklet  :)

Orange wobble.......