The Country Mice

The last few lazy hazy days of summer are highly treasured around here. We all get a little sentimental (okay, *I* do; what about it?) with another year gone, another year older, another year closer to childhood being all over…

excuse me while I dab my eyes…

So a trip to the beach gets the excess energy out and allows us to explore our little island.

Our collection of seal vertebrae and rib bones is growing. The Princess has a little stash on the balcony outside her bedroom. Seal bones, eagle feathers, mussel and oyster shells balance atop one another in her little shrine which, I’m told, honours nature. How well she learned her lessons from her three years with Mr. Wagner!

Homeboy finds his own little stash of nature too — a long and only slightly decaying length of bull kelp.

Hey! This thing’s pretty long! And it has just the right amount of tensile strength that I should be able to commence something that will torment my tree-hugging sister!

Yeeee-hawwww! Come along, little doggie!

The little doggie has no particular bone to pick and continues her search for osteopathic specimens.

How about you, big doggie? Wanna get lassoed or whupped or slimed by my rope of oceanic vegetation?

Should have named him Errol.