What we "produce" and when we produce it is an open question, but we're having a good time doing it and in the end that's all that really matters.
Monday, February 01, 2010
This poor fellow flew into the sliding glass door of the den. Evedently breaking his neck, he seemed to die instantly. A blessing I suppose, but a terrible loss in any case. I had never had the chance to see such a beautiful creature up close. The intesity of the colors just blew me away.