I Heart Birds, Volume 9,357

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Snakes on a (Bleep)ing Walk

Look out, Tallulah Mae...what is that over there in the foliage?!!!
SNAKE!!!!
Um, snake? Where did you come from?

It was clearly trying to hide from us...I took Miss Mae home and drove back to see if it was still there--if it had been, I was going to call Animal Control to come and rescue it (poor thing!). I knocked on the door of the house whose sidewalk this is to see if it was an escaped pet, but no one answered the door. I can't figure out what kind of snake it is--any herpetologists out there? It was quite beautiful...in between the black markings is a sort of rusty-red mark, and it was more creamy colored than these (taken with one hand, trying to keep the dog well clear) photos might indicate. I hope Mr. Snake found his way home safely!

That's a reference to Samuel L. Jackson and Snakes on a Plane up there in the title...I love to quote him, even when it's not appropriate! I won't do it here, though...this is a family-friendly blog!

Cloud, White; Cloud, Pink

This is the same ginormous cloud bank, about 20 minutes apart.

Tallulah-Palooza Friday

Suggested captions for this post: "Guess Who Likes Watermelon?" and "Honey, I can't find the melon baller..." "That's OK, just use the dog until it turns up."

P.S. Use the special "tongue-hance" feature on your computer to zoom in on the first pic and the "wrinkled nose-hance" for the second . . .

Guess What I Can't Resist?

Vintage hankies, that's what! I still have a whole box of them that were my Grandma's, and if the price is right, I keep on buying them. They're just so lovely...

Guess What We Made with Overripe Fruit?

An absolutely de-lay-shus plum, apple, and blueberry fruit crisp! So good...I'm actually more of a chocolate or custard or creme brulee gal, but even I had to go back into the kitchen for another spoonful. It cries out for whipped cream or vanilla ice cream...

P.S. Please excuse a) the gnarly baking sheet underneath it; its sole purpose in life is to be put under things that might boil over, and b) the dirty stove top. I spy with my little eye: olive oil!

Guess What Song I Was Singing Here?

This one: "...workin' at the car wash, girl. Come on and sing it with me (car wash). Sing it with feelin', y'all..."