A genuine anteater the pet store man told my dad. Turned out it was an aunt eater and now my uncle is mad. My cousin told me that joke when we were kids. For some reason I never forgot it.
Why am I rambling about ants? Because that is the only thing of interest I have this week.
During our weekly walk, I caught something shiny and black out of the corner of my eye.
I guess they were as tired of winter as I am and taking advantage of the sun. They must not be able to feel the incessant winds.
Ella and I almost blew off the mountain top.
I hope you are having nicer weather.