Random Photographs from a Little Stroll

Sparrow 1 It’s amazing to me just how chummy sparrows can be.

These are two of my boychicks.  Even though they aren’t related, they sure look and act like they are kin.  Maxwell is an old man at sixteen years, but he still likes to spend most of his waking hours frolicking in the yard.  He never strays.  Such a good boy!

GarGar is learning to avoid Max, who is perpetually grouchy. Maxwell doesn’t hit or bite the others, but he will wave his paw in their faces and cry very loudly, as if to say, “One of these days, Alice!  Right in the kisser!”