They’ll be the torn off, thrown aside scrap soon, these old bastards. So, the view out two of them.
Looking into the back yard/patio from the Florida room.
And… the view from the 2nd bedroom. Love my neighbor’s yard; awash in color!
The height of laziness, eh? Didn’t even have to go outside.
Bree barks while Daisy suns.
…and this magnificent dragonfly was sooo far away it was a dead cert I missed the shots.
Now 10, Daisy still puts hunting above all else. She’s good at it, too, being a Dachshund. Lethal. And although she snores beneath my desk at this very moment, I bet she’s dreaming about hunting.
She also desperately needs a haircut.
My greatest ability is knowing when to keep my mouth shut. My head is getting very noisy, though.