Today, on Picnic Point.
AND: Speaking of orange... how Iris got the orange ball (over at Puparazzo).
September 20, 2014
Blending in and sticking out.
Today, on Picnic Point.
AND: Speaking of orange... how Iris got the orange ball (over at Puparazzo).
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Try as they, may Old Woman Winter she don't care. Perfectly good leaves and a camo-frog haffta prepare for a final exit. Sadly, they have no feathers and are stuck up north where the winds blow hard on the borderline.
I moved a garage-floor toad to the tall grass last night. They go for warm rather than blending.
Yesterday Nature couple that stopped on noticing white grass tassles. I was trying to think what painter did a girl in that pose, and decided it was a pic in my college yearbook of a little girl under the graduation lanterns, so maybe nobody painted one.
Today solar leaves my own nature photo.
Both pics click to enlarge.
In grinding that toad in the hole, did one's sole upturn soil?
Drove to/from Milwaukee today (Yes, of course we to Purple Door Ice Cream -- Heaven!)
Fall is plainly here. The corn fields were browning and the Sumac was red.
The toad was crossing the fence, got exposed, made it over to the grass, keeping moving, but then, when it found that blend-in spot, it dug in and stayed still. It was clearly (I felt) a strategy for hiding as an alternative to moving. He dug in his nose. After a while, he chose to jump again, into the grass, and once in the grass, he kept moving.
It is the interesting photography that brings me here at least as much as the interesting commentary. Many thanks, Prof Althouse.
Iris is a bitch, right? According to my dog training friend, bitches get to steal stuff from male dogs that would cause fights between two males. Mine used to do it to his.
Leon Panetta is not a general.
That toad has some lessons for Debbie Wasserman-Schulta--you should have laid low Debbie!
"The toad was crossing the fence…"
I meant: crossing the path.
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