gone most of it, the Old Cowboy, he wasn't happy. He wanted more than i had to give.
Before i left, i took these pics for Tina because she asked.
the lizard behind the Live Trap pic of yesterday
She is the Spirit that holds us together here. Above and around her is a piece of Yvette's so delicate and so fierce silk and felted wool
the young Goat isn't yet stitched down. Maybe never will be. It's about 4ft x 14".
on the Wall. Ready for Tomorrow. How much i love Tomorrow…only one night away.
AND I FORGOT ABOUT THE TRAP, THE RABBIT…see how it is? ….What is critical in one moment is forgotten in the next…………..
Yesterday morning i did not see little rabbit but got the trap nonetheless. Last eve couldn't figure out how to Use the trap so took it into town today, back to the Feed Store and she didn't know either but i snagged 3 young men buying Hog Feed and got them to help me figure it out which they did because they knew. But this morning, before i left, went out to look for little rabbit and nope. Not there again but who WAS there was the big feral tom cat, the yellow one, who i see now and then and he was on a fence post until i came out and he ran and Tay ran her perimeter after him. I believe he is progeny of my old Tom Cat, Lion, in spanish, phonetically, le own, who cared nothing for house mice but would drag home rabbits through the pastures and chili fields and fling them on the porch steps. So…i think this was the way with little rabbit. We'll see.
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