Sitting here at home ALONE. Half of my brood are working and the rest are at my mom's. It's darn hot outside (temp 99F. with heat index of 103F.) and I'm dragging my feet before I go hang out another load of clothes. Still, it's nice to be here by myself with just the animals for company. The dogs are all slung out asleep and the Trigger, the conure, is busy trying to eat a peanut. He's got all the time in the world. He picks it up, holds it in one claw, chomps down and immediately drops it. Ping. It hits the bottom of his cage. Then off he goes again. His patience is admirable. Watching him is better than t.v. any day. Plus he's such a charmer. We've taught him the wolf whistle, and even though he's just a bird, a person's self-esteem really does soar when he whistles as you pass his cage. I find myself patting my hair.
And now it's time to go. Will muster my courage for the backyard clotheslines and then hunt in my library stack for another read, whine about not having another Jenkins to get into and stick out my bottom lip. It really was that good.
(image courtesy of bonnie)
