I had a nice walk along the sluice way today with a new friend and on the way home I stopped to watch a heron wading in the water. It looked so prehistoric with its long legs and neck. We stared at each other for a little while until it decided I wasn't a threat and went back to preening and poking its head in the water. This, oddly enough, reminded me that I'd put off cleaning the bathroom for far too long and I reluctantly biked back home.
I spent the rest of the day noodling around (never did get to the bathroom--cleaning it, that is) and listening to the latest book on tape from the library, He Shall Thunder In the Sky, by Elizabeth Peters. It's the twelfth book of her Amelia Peabody series and I'm enjoying it as much as the previous eleven. It is extremely well narrated by Barbara Rosenblat who does an absolutely fantastic job of portraying all of the different characters of the story. You'd never know that it was just one person reading the story if it didn't say so on the tape container. Brilliant, as the British say, just brilliant!
And on a completely different note....the Fur Babies
The Girl....Petunia
The Boys...Helix & Fergus