An unopened bottle of mango lemonade has been sitting in the fridge for weeks, unopened because despite many attempts I couldn’t get the cap to let loose its grip. Last night I gave it one more go and with a great effort and a little grunting finally proved the master.
I turned with liberated cap in hand and looked for others to share in my glorious victory. But Sam and Emma were chasing each other around the living room, Scout was asleep in her warm bed, and Ellie looked on only in the hope that this would somehow lead to hedgehogging.
Nevertheless I quietly poured my juice and lifted my glass to the heavens. Are you listening, universe? This is Boolie and he will not be denied!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
I laughed yesterday when I opened my laptop on the train while crossing the Steel Bridge and saw these available WiFi networks. Either one of Portland’s many hipsters is having a bit of fun or the DEA isn’t quite as stealthy in their surveillance attempts as they think.
Appearing to do its best cranky old man impersonation, this heron was just yawning on a cold winter morning. You can see frost on its shoulder and the frozen waters of Rest Lake behind it.
An American wigeon drake gives his lady the business. It wasn’t obvious to my human eyes exactly what her transgression was, but after a few seconds of shouting they returned to feeding quietly in the shallow waters of Horse Lake. Mating season can leave everyone a little stressed.