Today is Friday. 10:24.

Back door toad friend. Fritha destroys frogs and toads- 

hasn't noticed they are sposed to taste bad.

So I carry him away, but he comes back. Maybe he is suicidal. Or very lonely.

Or just likes the food buffet at the french doors.

Tiny little grasshopper with large, comparatively large, shadow.

Impossible family portrait. 

Impossible.

Over eager uninvited pumpkin. I would not have planted one where the hens like perching. 

And not amid the spare brick pile.

His choice. Determined fellow. So now they just sit on him. 

Seems to be doing enthusiastically well anyway.

Soaking up the sun in comfort

And still kickin'

Aloe terrarium

Baby Ringneck from basement- I get them every year, 

I think I might be bringing eggs in in a pot or something.

Dramatic living room. Very dramatic. Mid-morning actually.