Day Forty-Six. Presidents Day and Ol' Glory.

I have often wondered, come President's Day, what it would have been to meet some presidents before my time. Washington, Jackson, the Roosevelts.

Day Forty-Five. The Mockingbird.

Mockingbirds are fun to listen to. It really is amazing how they will "mock" any sound they are around. Whether it be another bird, like the Bob-White, or an Ambulance siren. I have heard many impersonations by these birds and I have to say, they are pretty good replicas of the originals. Not to mention they are stunning to look at.

Day Forty-Four. The Watering Hole.

I know these are just "annoying" birds to most people. But as for me, they make me laugh. If birds could talk, I wish I could hear what all they had to say.

Day Forty-Three. In A Flash.

Sure, I got some nice close ups of this little bugger but I thought this one was really interesting.

Day Forty-Two. The Inner Workings.

This is a shot pointed up a hollow tree. This tree is still alive and thriving. It still grows many leaves and turns beautiful in the fall. However, this tree is hollowed out. I often wonder how the tree sustains itself on the thin shell it has to stand on. And until now, I have wondered what the inside looked like.

Day Forty-One. Scooter Booter.

It has been two years since I adopted Scooter. Scooter had a very rough life before he came into mine. He was three years old and had never done some of the most basic dog things. Once with me he had his first vet trip, his first car ride, his first night inside the house, his first collar, his first everything, really. He was so afraid and scared in the beginning, but with lots of love, and Sadie to help him along the way, his progress is mind-blowing. The Scooter that I have now is not the Scooter that I picked up that cold February day two years ago. I love this big bundle of excitement more than I thought I could.

Day Forty. Sun, Finally.

Today was the first day in a very long time that the sun has been out. Even though I was sad to see the sun set it couldn't have been any more gorgeous.

Day Thirty-Nine. Two Dog Night.

Not a three dog night but a two dog night. This is what a lazy evening at my place looks like. Yes, it is as cozy and warm as it looks. Cuddlers are welcome...

Day Thirty-Eight. The RR Crossing.

Sometimes I wonder what in the world can one person do to make a difference. Then I come across a railroad crossing and it's flashing. Granted many crossings have the mechanical arms that barricade the road to ward of drivers of the dangers, but there are still several that are only notifying drivers of trains' crossings by the flash of a tiny light. Something as simple as a flashing light can save a life, can make that difference. What is your flashing light? What is that simple thing you can do to make a difference?

Day Thirty-Seven. Bella-The Natural Pose.

Bella is a curious kitty. She was dumped on the side of the road when she was very, very little. She was the runt of the litter, and they were barely over a month old. She literally just fit in the palm of my hand. Over her developmental stages Bella has had a vision problem. It is actually more funny and endearing then sad or unjust. She is such a loopy kitty that even if she can't see something by looking at it she will look to the side to focus in on what she's meaning to see. Often times her eyes cross and then uncross. However, this cat is so agile and precise she has put to shame many more capable kitties. And so came the phrase "Bella is CRAAAAZY."