You looking at me?
You looking at me??
You should be.
You looking at me?? You should be. Thought for the day
The Great Kiskadee
And the berry.
Gulp.
I think I get it
All this drama on the republican side of the race for the nomination. The party thinks they’ve been hijacked. They want to say one thing. Their leading candidate is saying something else. The candidate is leading at the polls. The voters love him; the party officials hate him. The leaders are banding together to stop Trump, but they’re trying to stop someone the voters want. The voters have turned against their leaders. The leaders are talking about fielding their own republican candidate as an independent. How can it all sort out? I see what the problem is. Early on, the republican leaders encouraged a candidate, who has no business running as a republican, to stay in their party. They made him promise not to leave to run as an independent, when that’s really who he is. They did this to themselves because they didn’t want to take a stand and run a more traditional republican candidate against him, with him as an independent. Now they can’t find a way out without running their own republican candidate as an independent! It’s not Trump being a bad republican; he never was a republican; it’s the republican voters not being good republicans. A good share of them love Trump. The republican party is selling something that not all the republican voters are buying. The republican party is really two parties, trying to look like one, and it’s not working.
Wild Kingdom
We weren’t prepared to see a bobcat and kitten walk right in front of our motorhome. We took pictures through the windows and in the fading light. They crossed to the vacant campsite right across from us. Mom carrying something furry and dead.
She tosses it to the kitten.
The kitten carries the meal off into the bushes out of sight and eats it.
Mom waits patiently for the kid to finish,
Settles in.
Does a little grooming.
Even spots Henry in the windshield.
The kitten reappears.
And they go on their way. No hurries. No worries.
She tosses it to the kitten. The kitten carries the meal off into the bushes out of sight and eats it. Mom waits patiently for the kid to finish, Settles in. Does a little grooming. Even spots Henry in the windshield. The kitten reappears. And they go on their way. No hurries. No worries.