Friday, November 21, 2014

Hunting

The end of our rainy day yesterday.    We had a double rainbow in our skies.   

Jock dressed for forty below zero and lot s of snow in Wyoming .  

It looks like the sixty below zero and the heavy snows of Montana were just right to take down this big guy. 

The hunters catch.    Jock grew up on a ranch in Montana and learned early to become a man of the land.   He is a hunter and a fisherman and chooses to live off of the land.   I told him that I admired his ability to be a survivor, as if it isn't clean, packaged and in the store I'd starve to death.  Jock had a wonderful time and we are ready to hear all those tales he has to tell.

More of Jane Seabrook's Furry Logic

It never fails, or answer a telephone;  now it is probably when you pick up one of those gadgets.

A cute 'ism' . . . bet there is plenty of chocolate . . . reminds me of that old song " one summer day, in the month of May, a burly bum came hiking,  Down the sugar lane , through the candy cane a lookin for his liken;  He strolled along as he sang his song in the land of milk and honey, where a bum can stay for many a day and he don't need any money. Oh the buzzin of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain, with lemonade springs in the big rock candy  mountain."  I have forgotten some of it, but I bet your humming along.

So sing out, have a great day and remember to be joyous;  isn't that a lovely word . . . smiling, happy, content . . . what a way to spend our weekend.    Hugs to all.

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