This is one happy man! He Who mows has a new mower. It has all the stuff that matters to men. He enchanted me with a litany of all the bells and whistles. I confess that all I heard was that this mower will zip along at 10.5 mph. Clearly exceeding my speed limit. Oh, and it has a special spot for the ever-present bubba mug.
From the porch, I went to the peach tree. A Finch nest here. I crept up quietly, didn't want to scare Mama Finch.
Instead I startled baby Finch and he tried to fly. Martha, the boy cat hangs out in this side yard. Run, Tweety, run. Sylvester is hungry!
I caught the little bird. He is not much bigger than my thumb, a mere appetizer for Martha, the boy cat. I tried to put him back in his nest, but he half-flew to the ground again. I hope Martha ate a good amount of cat food before he went out tonight.
Besides that, the new mower has headlamps .......
now I am really worried about the fate of Tweety.