|When we go into the orchard, the dogs are constantly eating pears, be it Bosc or Anjou.|
|I found this intact as you see it. I looked around for the weaver and the bird who lost its feathers but could not find them.|
|The reddish glow on each side is from a hazy sun due to forest fires. In Parkdale, the smoke was especially bad. It killed my bird who I had just gotten 2 weeks earlier. The baby parakeet had been named Rillie. Really Rillie? Must you die?|
Here she is:
|This was Rillie and behind her is Gwenivere who we had to put down. She had some...problems.|
I kept trying and trying to get pictures of spider webs. It's really tough!
|On the left side, is the summer bark color. On the right, you'll see it changing to its winter garment.|
|By the way, that's a bosc pear in a vacated robin's nest.|
|Dad in the bucket of the tractor picking pears.|
|Over-hanging the creek.|
I know I probably put a ton of pictures on here but before I leave, Chloe has something to show you.
|I (Chloe the cat) can fit in this tiny box. I love to feel uncomfortable!|
|Right now, I (Chloe the Cat) need to preach on looking smart on a popular book... The Bible!|
|Now Avonlea, I (Chloe the Cat) will cross my paws over your biology book so you can't look at the answers.|
Thank you Chloe!