sorry, but I wouldn’t want to…

hang
with
Darth
he
wheezes
way
too
much
and
has
major
ego
issues
besides
his
helmet
puts
me
off
and
the
cape
well
really
it’s
so
yesterday
and
all
that
who’s
your
daddy
stuff
is
just
silly
no
one
knows
who’s
related
to
whom

 
I
do
love
the
bots
however
they
are
very
cool
and
some
of
the
creatures
are
fabulous
as
well
and
Solo
most
definitely
but
Darth
just
doesn’t
do
it
for
me
especially
after
listening
to
a
riff
by
Eddie
Izzard
on
Darth
trying
to
get
lunch
in
the
cafeteria
on
the
Death
Star

 

Give
me
Trek
any
day

 

like
everything
else
in
life
we
all
have
our
favorites
one
isn’t
better
than
the
other
it’s
all
just
a
matter
of
taste

 

 

Maiden, Mother, Crone

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The trinity

Carnation

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white

First chipmunk picture of the year

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chipmunk

Preparing the entrance…

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for the party

The Welcoming Committee is trying out a new idea for the entrance to the Easter party.  There is an ancient tree that guards The Coop and the chicklets are decorating it with lights and plastic, wing-painted easter eggs.  They seem pretty happy with the results, so far.  The chicklets on the branches aren’t sure how they are going to get down, even with the help of the ladder.  I’m sure they’ll think of something.  They are quite resourceful.

I lived in Harry Potter’s world…

for
years
through
all
of
the
books
and
all
of
the
films
and
all
of
the
troubles
and
triumphs
I
roamed
the
halls
of
Hogwarts
and
laughed
and
worried
in
all
the
right
places
I
fell
in
love
with
every
magical
creature
with
the
classes
and
the
drama
I
was
angry
with
Snape
but
it
was
Dumbledore
I
despised
I
loved
the
magic
I
believe
in
magic
I
wore
t-shirs
and
hoodies
emblazoned
with
the
faces
of
my
favorite
characters
I
waited
in
line
for
each
new
book
and
I
never
wanted
the
story
to
end

 

but
everything
ends

 

everything

 

and
that
is
the
true
moral
of
the
story

 

Happy Birthday to:

René Decartes

He thought, therefore, he was
he was, therefore, he felt
he felt, therefore, he knew pleasure and pain
he knew pleasure and pain, therefore, he thought he was

b. 1596

please have cake in his honor

Remodeled bird house…

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now a squirrel house

The squirrels gnaw the opening to the birdhouses until they can squeeze inside.  Then they take over and move in.

ohhhhhhhh, cookies.

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it’s good to be grown up

White carnation

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Beauty