I walked by the cage the other day and found Boadicea like this - just sitting there, staring off into space. Made me think of me of Halfway Down by A.A. Milne.
Living dangerously, that Boadi! And the poem seems very appropos :) But now I will think of your title every time I approach one of the spots on my daily chore-route where my feet tend to suddenly go out from under me when conditions are icy or slick. I don't know how this happened, but there's just enough slope for a couple of feet that gravity takes over in a big way. Each of these three little dope-traps is at a gate, so no avoiding...and no fixing until Spring!
heyyyyyy she was probably thinking "great pig thoughts" and how to communicate them to people. Or how to make those little star hands type her message. Maybe, " now why did I go upstairs???" I often think that LeeAnna
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Ha! Funny little creatures these pigs are!
ReplyDeleteLiving dangerously, that Boadi! And the poem seems very appropos :)
ReplyDeleteBut now I will think of your title every time I approach one of the spots on my daily chore-route where my feet tend to suddenly go out from under me when conditions are icy or slick. I don't know how this happened, but there's just enough slope for a couple of feet that gravity takes over in a big way. Each of these three little dope-traps is at a gate, so no avoiding...and no fixing until Spring!
heyyyyyy she was probably thinking "great pig thoughts" and how to communicate them to people. Or how to make those little star hands type her message. Maybe, " now why did I go upstairs???" I often think that
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