Fish for breakfast...again?? |
Last evening, around 8 p.m., two eagles were soaring above my property at treetop level. They looked huge...big enough to pick-up a small dog (say, for example, a Sheltie).
Ah, wishful thinking.
I am about to prove that there is little difference between 'diary' and 'diarrhea'. It's an experiment that could take years, so put your seatbelt on, grab the chicken bar and start screaming! Actually, this is going to be really boring...it's the chronicle of my life from age 48 until....
Fish for breakfast...again?? |
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