Uisge Beatha

Water I get served
in many ways by my folks.
This way it tastes best.

Homing II

No pigeon up there,
but Pyrthe, the homing cat
with growing stomach.

Not shot

Hot!

Lounging

I love idleness so much and so dearly,
that I have hardly the heart
to say a word against it ...
[Charles James Fox]

Without Head and Tail

One cat a day ... ?

Yesterday a blackbird, used to find ...

(at least) one apple a day in Seanhenge,

looking left ...

looking right ...

hardly could believe its eyes.

Catwalk

Home warm home

Too late, man!

Extremely exhausted

from watching Mrs J. digging and setting various bulbs

I intended to take a tiny nap, but ...

... alas!

A hard day's night

Business as usual

Well, as tonight watching a shaking reportage from Ingushetia in which (to my surprise) the President - ha ha ha - of Chechenia, Ramzan Kadyrov (will he sue the reporter? ha ha ha) has been called a butcher, and in which apart of some terrible details and one (of uncounted) atrocious murders I learned that taxi drivers would not go on road without their kalashnikov, I thought how privileged I am that in Seanhenge it means something completely different when talking about business as usual.

Our watch-cat* somewhere in the garden, ...

and on her rocket chair.

* won't tell her name, as it would take too long to explain its origin. :)