Yesterday, a Red-tailed hawk soared over head, letting out it's iconic vocalization (that every movie director substitutes for a Bald eagle). Annie looked up, then at Sage, and scampered over to me. What was that? I smiled, picked her up (while I can, which won't be much longer) and explained about hawks and eagles. She hiccuped.
It's good to see the world, again.
Murphy's day.
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