This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Fur

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I washed the cat blanket the other day. Before tossing it in the machine, I first picked the major tufts of fur off, outside the back door. Later, a wren (I think) stopped by to pick up some tufts. Funny, to think of feathering your nest with the fur of your arch enemy.

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