Hugo Loves Papa

 

Huntin' In The Burbs

Cesar bagged a mad hungry, attic wrecker, nest maker of a squirrel today.  This marks his second squirrel shooting since moving into the house.  The furry rodent had been busily shreding and striping the bark off a cedar tree near our kitchen window.  Cesar was lookin' for more pesky squirrels about the yard to aim at, but they had their bulbous eyes on him and all hid in their tree holes.  I had to remind him that only a few short months ago, Ira the Squirrel had melted our hearts.

Toula wanted to eat the squirrel.  I felt bad for the momma squirrel.  Hugo was fascinated with the dead squirrel.  Thank heavens the girls and Evie the Cat were all sleeping in the house and had no idea what was happening outdoors.

Before long, Hugo wanted to shoot the air gun.  Papa let him.  Hugo hit his target and is now gun crazy.  Thankfully, thankfully, Hugo asked his Papa to buy him a cork gun. 

Sounds of Home

The girls were playing happily with Carly in the sandbox when my Dad began to mow the lawn.  Marlo jumped up looking toward the sound she knew so well, and began waving and waving as she called out, "Papa, Papa, Papa!"  Both girls were surprised and bewildered to see my Father ride past them on the mower.  Sounds of home.

My sister Millie is giving me mini lessons on using my new camera, today I shot in "m".  It was exciting!  And hard.