Happy Thursday, or maybe not. I wonder if nmom convinced Uncle Dale to walk me on Saturday? Maybe he can take me all day and I can do manly things instead of sit around and watch her pull her hair out thinking about regional science and climate change policy.
Yesterday evening, she abandoned me to go to the ppatch.
This is what she brought back.
Boring stuff and definitely nothing in there to eat unless a lot of sugar and butter get used on that rhubarb.
This is what Tmom found!
Their relatives,if they make it through the gauntlet of predation, cannibalism, eddies, prey availability and having sexy times with other fish three to four years from now depending on fishing pressure will be featured in your next batch of fake crab meat!
My aunties are coming over to walk me! They love me!
Ernest basset, predator and prey