Who gives a hoot?

This owl lives in my brother, Joes, Holly Tree. I got close enough to get up close and personal. He opened his eyes for me. I fell in love with this creature. So dear ... he is a Saw-Whet Owl. He's been leaving droppings on their sidewalk and they had no idea he was up there in the branches. He's only about 6 inches tall and yet he's full grown. I just had to show this photo off. Enjoy!

Life with FatBoy

This bird is toooo funny. Fat Boy is just learning about his hormones. Daily he exercises those "mones" on us. I'll have to get him a play toy of sorts. I'm looking for one of those penguins that our parakeets had when I was growing up. He needs something. And NO, he is not getting a female. Then he wouldn't have anything to do with us. A little less would be nice and certainly not his love interest. The book I have on Cockatiels says that he is a fawn-pied version. I just think he's plain old handsome.

Christmas with Mom

This is so typical of Mother. She gave me the ugliest face when I asked her to smile. And then I told her to be serious and give me a nice sweet smile.

She received some nice pants, dried fruits, blanket, hair and body products, socks, bras, Poinsettia plant, candies and her Christmas sweater. I'd say this was a bumper year for Mom.

Her life at the home is safe, boring, and unchangeable except for the faces. It's sad to think that this is her last resting place before heading home. If only I'd win the lottery, I'd take her away from all that. My Mom deserves so much better than what this disease has given her.

She did look sweet that day. While washing her sweater I thought about her wearing it next year. I don't know what to pray for. I would love to see her next year but at the same time I would not want the ravages of this disease to have her suffer. I know, I'll pray for God's will to be done.