Onward Christian Soldiers!

PILGRAMAGE

 

Those of you who read the last newsletter recall that Mrs.T participated in one of the Christmas posadas.  As you will read below she could not pass up an opportunity to participate in another traditional event, deciding to join in one of the peregrinations of our annual fiesta (about which we have written before); probably a one-time adventure. I may get her into the RCIA program yet.

 

Last year Bucerias also initiated an annual Chalk Walk/Street Fair held in another part of town for three days of the fiesta.  This year the event had more artists and food vendors and appeared to be a great success in raising funds for several of our local charities.  You will see some pictures from the event at our Flickr site.

 

Rebecca also managed a trip to the zoo with Ms. D.K. and Ms. S.S. from Casa Gardenia.   And she and the other ladies of Condos Jacarandas made an en masse shopping adventure to Vallarta; the city may never be the same.  Pictures of the events are also at the site.

 

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Every year for nine days in Bucerias in January is the fiesta to celebrate our patron saint, Our Lady of Peace.  Every morning and every evening there are peregrinations.  These are little pilgrimages or parades that start each day at a different colonia and wander through the town and end up at the church for mass.  I had always wanted to be in a peregrination.  This, I decided, was the year.  This was not from an excess of religious fervor, I was more like one of Chaucer's pilgrims - along for the ride.

 

There were two choices for our colonia - Colonia Dorado (and barrio San Francisco –dt); the morning peregrination which started at five in the morning - Have I mentioned that I am NOT a morning person? (Rarely sees sunrises –dt) - but started conveniently right behind our home, and the evening one which started at six in the evening but about a mile away. (Not that far, but a ways down the street. –dt) It was a hard choice.

 

After much thought, I decided to go with the early option.  Dan was quite willing to drag me out of bed at 4:30 and follow along taking my picture.  It was already a religious experience judging by my comment when he awoke me.  Have I mentioned that Dan is a morning person?  It is disgusting, I know, but he freely admits it. (Proudly –dt)  

 

When I arrived right on time there was no one there but two night watch men drinking beer.  After some questioning, which was a little confused considering my limited Spanish and somnambulant state, we concluded that they thought the peregrination was to start there soon.  The next person to arrive was a thin dark guy in a cowboy hat who was the official fireworks guy; we'll call him Boomer.  Boomer walks ahead of every peregrination setting off Roman candles every few minutes.  These are the fireworks that make a large BOOM but very little light.

 

The mariachi band appeared next, a few at a time.  These were young men, average age twenty-something, with matching shirts.  They stood around making warming up blats on their various instruments and smoking.  About this time Boomer let off a preparatory boom to get our attention.  This seemed to work because shortly thereafter a few more peregrinators appeared along with the rest of the band.

 

The leader seemed to be a thin lady in a white poncho.  She went over and spoke to Boomer and the band.  Boomer let off another blast and headed out.

"Vamanos!" called the leader and we were off at quite a good clip.  This was a good thing because the band started blaring out music and charged along behind.

 

These mariachis were perfect for a marching band: loud, fast, and rhythmic.  As far as tunefulness and sensitive expression, perhaps a little was lacking.  But you had to be impressed with their enthusiasm. As the peregrination continued I began to see the point of Boomer.  At each corner he let one off, and people would poke their heads out to wave, clap, make the sign of the cross, or what ever seemed appropriate to them.  And at each corner a couple more people joined us so that by the time we arrived at the church the original 8 or 10 had swelled to 40 or 50.

 

Father Chema was waiting to bless us as we processed into the church.  Our church is a small white adobe building.  The windows are open arches only partially covered by stained glass crosses.  The doves who nest in the rafters stuck their heads out to see what all the excitement was about and retreated to their nests (some above the altar –dt) with their heads under their wings.

 

Just in time too, because the mariachis had gotten themselves organized to the right side of the altar and began blasting out some many-versed religious song.

A few brave souls were singing along but most of us were too shaken to participate.  Fortunately before too long the song came to an end and it was time for mass.  The little church that had been about 1/3 full when we entered was now full.

 

The fortunate thing about Catholic masses is that if you are familiar with them it is pretty easy to follow along even in another language.  The unfortunate thing was that taking advantage of the relative quiet, I began to fall asleep.  Dan, who was now sitting beside me would poke me periodically (whether to draw my attention to the mass or simply to annoy me; I  am not sure) and one time he poked me too hard and I started to topple over onto the lady sitting next to me.  She politely righted me and I assured her I was okay. (Humph.  R fell of her own accord due to her state of sleepiness; I only poked her when she started to snore. –dt)

 

There is a part of mass where people can supply their own petitions.  Several of the petitions were for Father Chema.  I didn't quite understand them so I asked the lady next to me if he was sick.  We really like Father Chema and he has had health problems in the past.  He was okay she said, people were simply praying for him because they loved him.  I love him too; I told her that was why I asked.  Waking and mostly sleeping I muddled through the mass. (Father C's homily was even longer than usual; I thought we were in a catechism class –dt)

 

We came to the part where you give the hand of peace to the person next to you. When I turned I saw several ladies holding and hugging my neighbor and weeping.  As the mass continued I heard her sobbing quietly.  I reached over and held her with my arm and she leaned against my shoulder.  The mass was over and we were told to go in peace.  I hope that Our Lady of Peace can lend some measure of peace that passeth understanding to my neighbor.  We went home and I slept (Some more –dt).  Sometimes you find things you never knew you were looking for.

 

 

HAPPY LUNAR/ASIAN NEW YEAR!

 

Dan and Rebecca

www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com

 

Find pictures and a short video:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157625808441473/

 

 

 

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

'Tis the Season

 

We are between the holidays, at least US holidays, of Thanksgiving and New Year.  The later part of November and the first part of December were quite quiet here; except for Luis and Joannes we had the entire condo complex to ourselves – very tranquillo.  But we did have a couple of visitors.

 

Our first visitor was Flat Stanley.  Do you know him?  The Flat Stanley Project was begun by Dale Hubert, a 3^rd grade teacher in London, Ontario, Canada.  It is a good way to teach elementary school children about the world and its cultures. (www.flatstanley.com)  Flat Stanley was sent to us by our 2^nd grade friend Kelly of Katy, Texas.  Stanley had several adventures with us including a chili cook-off, boogie boarding, scuba diving, and Luche Libre.  We are not sharing everything here because Stanley is in the mail on his way back to Kelly and we do not want to spoil his return.

 

Our more loved visitor was our son Nicholas.  Nick was able to come down for about 10 days.  He did a lot of work on our laptop for which we are very grateful; it is running quite a bit better.  However, a main reason for his visit was to have some dental work.  He visited the dentist five times including a session on a Sunday that lasted about 9 hours!  Six root canals and crowns later and Nick has a much better mouth. (And a dental bill about half of what it would have been up north.) In between visits to the dentist Nick was able to throw some clay just around the corner at the Casa Morada studio of Bob and Anne Milling.  Nick thinks Dr. Adrian will appreciate the clay tooth once we have it glazed a nice off white before we leave.  (Maybe we should put a little cavity in it.)

 

Mrs. T has some thoughts about Christmas at our southern home:

 

 

The thing I miss most about Christmas in the North is the music. I know the songs on the radio, television, and public places can become annoying but I do miss them - everything from Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer to Silent Night.

 

Yesterday some people renting a neighboring condo were playing a Christmas tape out by the pool and I stopped, entranced.  That is not to say that Christmas in Mexico is without music.  Mexico is never without music.  But I often don't know the words.  I like to sing along, in spite of the people nearby, with whatever words I think are in the song.

 

Last week we had a pasada.  There were several pasadas in Bucerias with various sponsors.  Our neighborhood had one supported and organized by the Gudino family who owns our local minisuper Mary Paz.  The pasada reenacts the journey to Bethlehem.  A group of people (including Mrs. T –dt) with children dressed as Mary and Joseph (note Joseph's beard!)  parades from house to house singing,

 

"We are Mary and Joseph, we need a place to stay; we are very tired; we have come a long way."

 

The people in the house sing back,

"This house is full; we are sorry but there is no room for you."

 

The pasada sings back,

"But Mary's going to have a baby.  What are we to do?  Surely there is room for us."

 

The house people reply,

"We're sorry but there is no room; you must look elsewhere."

 

This continues until at the last house where the people respond,

"This house is very crowded but we will find room somewhere.  Mary and Joseph - come in, come in, it's very cold out there!"

 

The pasada enters the house and then THE FIESTA STARTS!  There is food and drink for everyone; clowns, games, songs, and of course piñatas.  What fun!!  The breaking of the piñatas starts with the youngest children.  Each child gets three or four hits before the club is passed to the next person.  (We left the festivities at this stage as it appeared the piñatas would not be broken until midnight. –dt)

 

We enjoy the different customs here.  The nacimiento - nativity (Nacimiento de Navidad -dt) - is an important part of most households.  Often they add more people and animals every year some of them related to the Bible story only loosely if at all.  I asked one of my Mexican friends about the elephant and he explained that when the three wise men came, one rode a horse, one rode a camel, and one rode an elephant.  I am very fond of elephants so I immediately started looking.  So far I have gotten the elephant and the camel but no horse.  Dan was somewhat skeptical of this explanation and thought it was just an excuse to buy another elephant. (I have quite a few)  But I looked at the nacimiento at church and sure enough there was an elephant with a wise man on its back.  (The Baby Jesus is not added until Christmas.  –dt)

 

Many of the Mexicans get their presents from the Wise Men on Twelfth Night but we are going to get ours on Christmas Eve.  I am not totally acculturated and not at all patient.  Perhaps there will be fireworks.  (Usually there are not until New Year's Eve.  –dt)

 

As Tiny Tim said on a long ago Christmas Day, "God Bless Us Every One!"

 

And a Happy New Year!

 

 

Dan and Rebecca

www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com

 

Some pictures:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157625530200113/

 

After a couple of weeks

MOVING TO OUR WINTER HOME – THIS AND THAT

 

We have moving our household, either north to south or south to north, down to a fairly good system.  It takes only 2 or 3 days to get things in order and in about a week we are back to being fully in place.  Moving north is a bit easier because we have a stocked freezer and pantry; no freezer here and only a few very well-wrapped pantry and cleaning items to carry over from year to year.  (We learned that bugs really like pasta.)  But there are always a few items and events needing attention.  Our second night we enjoyed strolling the first ArtWalk of the season.  Our refrigerator and computer went on the fritz.  The original refrigerator was a bit smallish and probably used when put in.  It has already been fixed a couple of times and was making a squealing noise like a fan bearing was about to go; R enjoyed hitting it a few times to make it stop.  We replaced it with a bigger, very quiet, more energy efficient make.  The computer is operating rather fragilely at the moment.  Its battery is dead and it needs more memory.  Fortunately Number One Genius Son will be visiting and might be kind enough to bring and install some bits and pieces to make it run up to speed.  Mrs. T reports on few adventures:

 

 

 

Well we arrived in Mexico after enduring the now usual indignations at various airports and began to settle in.  We went to buy supplies and I was looking for some shampoo that Dan would like.  Last year he complained that the brand I bought smelled too floral.  Here I was, unscrewing the tops and sniffing various bottles.  I finally found one I thought would be OK.  Dan remarked that it was a men's brand.   Good, I thought to myself, you can't complain about that.  Well, no.  Dan seemed to have no complaints, a very unusual situation.  (Hmpff. –dt) However, when I took a shower I came out smelling like men's aftershave!  (She was warned when she purchased it. –dt) This was unacceptable.  Dan said he didn't mind but it was clear to me we were going to be a two shampoo family.  Well after another shopping trip I came back with a shampoo with honey and wheat germ conditioner so now if I smell like something I suppose it must be Honey Nut Cheerios.  (My bottle should last a long, long time. –dt)

 

The beach is very clean this year.  The unusually heavy flooding at the end of August made kind of a dip in the beach before you reach the water.  However the new shape is very nice for boogie boarding.  I had an extra dive skin so I decided to try wearing it when I went boogie boarding this year.  A dive skin is a very thin Lycra dive suit; I bought mine from Dive Goddess.  It is a yellow and rainbow print and I have received many comments when I wear it, but I wear it anyway.  (Who knows what the fish think. –dt)  When I was boogie boarding I had a small audience looking on with downright awe to see a fat old lady in what might be perceived as yellow rainbow long johns.  I couldn't hear the comments but I can't help thinking they were approving.  However that may be, I plan to continue wearing the dive skin; I will tell you an important secret:  I got no sand in the usual places.  (You ladies should know where I mean.)  Also the dive skin kept me nicely warm and protected from sand scrapes and sun burn.

 

The flooding took out one of the main highway bridges to Bucerias (And most points north of Vallarta; the bridge is at the border of the states of Jalisco and Nayarit over the Rio Ameca. -dt)   This has caused traffic tie ups as two lanes need to merge into one to go over the one remaining bridge. (One bridge is handling traffic in both directions. –dt)  Congestion is especially bad at rush hours as I found out as I travelled by taxi to Puerto Vallarta the morning of my first scuba diving outing.  As we approached the merge point the driver turned to me and said, "Traffic bad this morning; we go a fast way.  Okay?"

 

"Sure," I replied.  I was all for taking a little shortcut.  So we turned off the main street and started down some back roads.  I was OK with this but when we turned onto a dirt track I started getting a little nervous.  I remembered warnings saying never to allow taxi drivers to take you to isolated areas.  When I peeked anxiously ahead I saw two other taxies bouncing down the dirt track ahead of us.  Well I thought philosophically, if I have been kidnapped I have company, but probably I'm safe.  Sure enough eventually we merged onto a main road and slid into the line of traffic.   As we came to the merge point with the highway a short while later, I looked ahead and saw a police man standing between two lanes directing traffic.  "Boy is he brave,' I thought.  But when we came nearer I saw a soldier with a machine gun standing right behind him.  I have never seen traffic merge so smoothly.

 

I have been painting quite a bit since we got here.  Nora, my teacher in Philo, said I should try to paint at least an hour every day and I have done just about that.  (Nora Daniel; www.noradaniel.com ; she has a show upcoming soon at the Zanesville Museum of Art –dt)  I am still working on my first picture, a palm tree with an iguana.  (I call it "The iguana that ate the condo."  -dt)   I work on it a lot at night when I can't sleep.  I am using the tree outside our patio as a model.  Nora has really helped me; I can tell because I look at things differently.  The thing is, every time I look at my painting and think what needs work, I see several things I would not have seen before.  Hopefully one day I'll look at it and say nothing.  (See the artist at work and the finished painting.  –dt)

 

Last weekend we had our annual condo association meeting of the owners.  Dan, as El Presidente, conducted the meeting.  I never thought I'd say this, but I was amazed at his patience. (I am not known for this. –dt) The meeting lasted SIX HOURS!  But in the end we pretty much reached a consensus and were working well at making decisions.  Everyone's opinions were heard and respected.  (Thank you, everyone!  –dt)  A lighter moment was when Luis was telling us how destructive the large iguanas could be to the roof and shortly thereafter the attendees deserted the tables to run off and photograph a large iguana ambling along the wall.  This is life in Mexico; full of sunshine and conundrums. 

 

 

We had another iguana incident; a juvenile iguana came to the ground either on its own or by Gemon (?sp)  the condo cat.  In any case it created quite a stir with Lucy, the condo dog.  As you will see in the pictures, the cat thought the iguana was an amusing toy.  We did not watch until the finale, but it is quite likely the iguana escaped.  Some of you may recall that if they can make it, they will head for the swimming pool to evade their enemies.

 

Here are a few pictures to flesh out some of this story.  As most of you know, Mrs. T could be called the tree lady.  So when she is out and about pictures of trees often come back.  Also, those of you with digital cameras know that they now all have a video feature.  I accidentally took a very short video of Mrs. T taking tree or iguana pictures.

 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157625321853263/

 

We hope all is well in your part of the world.

Dan and Rebecca

www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com

 

THERE THEY GO!

A GREAT RACE

 

It has been a bit quiet in the holler; just the usual stuff:  shopping (often at our plane-Jane farmers markets), eating, and other normal activities.  Oh, we have had a couple of First Fridays (Zanesville's monthly art walk), the Muskingum County Fair, and we had the Rib Fest which is quite nice.  R has been planting and painting.  And we have had a few visitors.  But on the last weekend of August we had a rather special event in which we lent a hand, or rather our land.  Mrs. T has a brief story about it:

 

 

 

Indianapolis has nothing on us!  Neither does Talladega (I hope I spelled that right).  We have our own private race.  It happened like this.  Our neighbor, Jamey is friends with Craig (the plumber) who is the head of a local bike club.  And so they prevailed upon us to allow them to use part of our property for a dirt bike rally.  We agreed as long as they promised not to make a mess. (And they did not.)   Most of these riders are professionals; not professional dirt bikers, but professionals in their day jobs.

 

Jamey went through with his Bobcat and cleared out several old logging roads on both his and our properties.  Then the race managers went through the weekend before the event and fastened little orange arrow signs to mark the trails and we were all set.  (They came through the weekend after and took down the signs.)

 

When the big day came we wandered down our driveway and set ourselves up to watch.  We had chairs and sunscreen.  We had cameras and Dan had his tripod.  We had drinks and ice.  Of course I did not forget to bring popcorn.

 

VROOMM!!  VROOMM!!

Here they came.  It was kind of exciting although I generally don't go in for that kind of thing.  The riders were very friendly.  Since we were on a long straight stretch just before going up the hill to the ridge behind our house, many waved at us and several did wheelies. Some of them even yelled, "Look Ma; No Hands!"  A few even stopped; they were from all over, even from out-of-state.  There were lots and lots of them (200?).  One of them took a wrong turn and tried to come down the driveway to the house.  But we soon got him back on course.  Another one had a flat tire but Dan took him to the garage and filled his tire with air from our compressor.  Off he went.  We watched for a couple of hours until almost the last one came through and it was over for our section.  We were about miles 68 through 70 of the total 90 or so.

 

VROOMM!!  VROOMM!!

 

That was fun.

 

(Some of you know that in the past we have officiated at professional automobile rallies and have participated in a few amateur events.)

 

Here are a few representative pictures - we have whittled them down - from the exciting event.  A couple of bonus pictures of Slinky the snake are here as well.

 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157624783490519/

 

The weather here has turned to fall temperatures and we are thinking about the warm clime at the condo.  We will be there in about two months.

 

Hope all is well with you.  Come down and see the fall foliage in a few weeks as it turns to autumn hues.

 

Dan and Rebecca

www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com

 

 

Critters

Creature Sightings

 

The Muse has been off gallivanting about the country.  Around the 4^th of July holiday she went to Philadelphia to meet Nick for a visit to the Barnes Collection   (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barnes_Foundation), Longwood Gardens (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Longwood_Gardens), and other sites in the area.  Mrs. T had a relatively good time; you can all easily imagine her in one of the premier gardens in the US.  She returned for barely a week and then left again for Idaho to visit sisters Rita and Ruth.  The featured event there was the birth of a grandson to Rita's son and his wife.  Again, it will be left to your imagination as to the behavior of three grandmotherly types.

 

Somehow we also managed to entertain visits from friends John, Judy and Ethan, and then later from some of R's plant buddies Rebecca, aka Mouse, Kim and her daughters.  Mrs. T provides some of the highlights of those visits below.

 

 

 

Some of our friends have inquired about Stinky, the Stinkpot Turtle who lived in our pond when we first built it.  Alas, he is gone.  No, not dead as far as I know; he just wandered away.  Dan supposes he went in search of turtle companionship.  However we do have a new turtle whom I have named Sinky.

 

Sinky just appeared one day.  I have not been able to ascertain what type of turtle he may be.  My best guess is possibly a soft shelled turtle.  Whenever I try to creep close to get a good look at him he sinks slowly to the bottom of the pond, hence his name.  I have not seen him recently but one of our guests reported seeing him eating fish food; when they approached for a better look, he sank.  Sinky is not quite as big as Stinky, perhaps about 7 or 8 inches in diameter.  He certainly is not as social but still it is nice to catch the occasional glimpse.

 

One of our other pond denizens Slinky is a bit more disconcerting.  Slinky is a water snake. Slinky is quite small, about as big around as a pencil and perhaps a foot or so long.   Much to my chagrin I have gotten several good looks at him.  I think he is a Kirkland Water Snake.  His one redeeming quality is that I seem to make him just as nervous as he makes me.  Whenever he sees me he swims frantically away.  I know he could not possibly hurt me and is not poisonous but I just can not feel too fond of Slinky.  Dan, of course, is continually saying silly things such as, "Snakes are our friends."  (Some of you may recall our previous encounter with a black snake; they are also our friends. –dt)  I think this probably says more about Dan and his friends than it does about any social relationships I have or ever will have with these reptiles.

 

One day I found a cast off Slinky skin.  I put it aside too keep for some friends who were coming for a visit, knowing boys were fond of such things.  I was surprised when Ethan (our young friend) found another Slinky skin by the pond.  Ethan took both of the skins home with glee.  Could there be two Slinkys?  Alas yes. 

 

A couple of weekends later some of my plant-lover friends came to visit.  Rebecca (this is not me but another Rebecca) brought me a couple of water lilies and volunteered to plant them for me.  She was hip deep, trying to position one perfectly when suddenly she said, "It's a snake!"

 

"Get out, get out!!" I urged.

 

"It's OK; it doesn't bother me," she bravely replied.

 

"Well, OK if you're sure," I replied realizing who would have to get in the pond to plant the things with a scary snaklet if my friend Rebecca did not.

 

"Oh no, now if it were a spider that would be different," she blithely replied.  (I'm scared of spiders too.)

 

As we watched, Slinky approached Rebecca cautiously and looked the situation over.  Then he swam away.  He is curious, I thought.  He is trying to see what she is doing.  Rebecca resumed planting and a moment later another Slinky approached from the opposite end of the pond.  He looked at the new plant and left.  After one more inspection visit I was forced to conclude we have not one but at least three shy but curious little Slinky snakes.

 

Of course we have the usual deer, groundhogs, and wild turkeys wandering through.  But the other day Dan spied some new and different critters.  Yes trotting down our driveway were a couple of porkers.  They were not sociable and scooted off when he tried to approach.  Investigation proved that these were escapees from our neighbor.   And after he was notified we have seen no more of them.  (We will probably be buying half a hog later this year. –dt) There is supposed to be a problem with wild hogs in the area but we, thankfully, have seen none of those.  (Hunters in Ohio are allowed to shoot any wild boars they see; no permit is required. –dt)

 

I did see a beautiful red fox earlier in the year. Also, as this has been a very warm summer, we have also seen a lot of little salmanders scurrying around.  Alas no bats have taken up residence in our bat box.

 

This in brief is the wildlife report from the Terrible Wildlife Preserve.  If you urban dwellers visit you may also see something a bit out-of-the-ordinary; no promises however.

 

Hope you all are enjoying your summer weather, probably hotter than normal for most of you.

 

Dan and Rebecca

www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com

 

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Surprise Visitor

IT REALLY IS Fowl

 

A couple of days ago I was sitting on the porch reading Chess Metaphors – an interesting book about AI (Thanks Nick!) – and I heard a loud buzzing; it sounded like a giant bumblebee.  We have some really big bees; in addition to varieties of flies, wasps, and other winged bugs; that are quite noisy when close by.  But no, this buzz was coming from a hummingbird that was feeding on the wild geraniums in front of the house.  It really was not too surprising as we have seen many hummers this year; sometimes they drink off the waterfall and other times they peak into the patio.  I called to Mrs. T to look out the kitchen window, but she was too late and bird was gone.  (It did come back later a couple of times.)

 

Rebecca was preparing to go swimming, which she tries to do once a week to "keep in shape" for her scuba diving.  I heard her go into the garage and then she called to me in a low voice, "Hurry and come in here very quietly."  I figured she had spotted the hummingbird or another bird, perhaps our pileated woodpecker – I thought I heard him knocking on a tree earlier.  I knew she had not spotted a snake because it would have been a yell for help.

 

I stealthily entered the garage and indeed saw something unusual.  We have told you about our turkeys, deer, frogs, ground hogs, and even beaver.  But this critter was a new one to the neighborhood.  I very quietly took my old camera out of the car and was able to take a couple of shots before he headed behind the house.  We thought he had left and Mrs. T went for her swim.

 

But he came back – screeching – and sat on the rock in front of the house.  All I had in the way of a camera was my iPhone, but I was able to take a shot.  While I went into the house through the garage, he hopped on our porch railing and peered inside.  I was able to grab another camera and take a couple of shots through the bedroom window before he decided to saunter away.

 

I called our neighbor Jamey and asked if he had decided to raise some exotic livestock.  He said, "Oh, you saw the …."  It seems that this boy had been up in his yard the day before.

 

And he came back the next morning and was making a racket at the top of the waterfall.  R heard him a couple of times this morning.

 

Well, any guesses about our new guest?  You will just need to look at the pictures:

 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157623995483633/

 

Yes, it really is.  What will be our next visitor?

 

Dan and Rebecca

www.case-de-terrible.blogspot.com

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