It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Monday morning Blah-gers!

Here's another adorable photo of Miss Savannah, enjoying the warm days they had in New England this weekend.

Yes, it's Monday. Back to work. Joy of Joys.

We are bleary-eyed this morning. At exactly 1:38 am, Old Don Q got his voice back and started calling over to the donkeys next door.

I actually thought there was something WRONG (dumb me), and Charlie got up and went out on the deck to shine a flashlight on him. We discovered he was SINGING.

He kept up that racket off and on during the night, sounding like a wailing flock of canada geese. It is 6:02 am, and he is out there 'singing' again. If this is his idea of a serenade, it is a 'siren-ade'.

I think it was the corn that did it. Old Don Q made a marked improvement yesterday in 'vim and vigor'. He stopped acting like a slug and started acting like the male donkey he is... (no further comment).

(I don't know if they have answered or not, I'd need to be outdoors to hear them).

TTFN - hope I don't fall asleep at my desk this morning...