Ecclesiastes

Pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me

Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

Pictured above is my new friend Windsor, with whom I'm madly in love. He is one of three hundred homeless rabbits in the Austin area. If I can kick this panic/depression/migraine, I may try to bring him home and bond him with Birthday, a dodgy prospect, given the latter's territoriality and her history of violence against good-lookers. But in too many ways he reminds me of Shuriken, and something deep in the ancestral, genetic part of me that remembers being a rabbit, or at least being a cousin to one, needs to adopt and spoil him until he's just as fey and prissy as his predecessor.

Below is a baby duck I spied today at the Liz Carpenter pond! It's no unfriendly titan, like my departed duck, but it's small and brown and it's a duck, and that's enough for me. I hope he sticks around, at least until I try and fail a few times to feed him.

I need an adult! I need an adult!