He-Roo' Ain't No Hero...

Confiscating recliners has become - a disease - in this house.

Our babies are getting big.  And I have a confession.

My mindset has reclaimed taking form as - mother of infants - all over again.

These photos were taken during the second day of fun - ever - out in the garden - working on cleaning up the mess.

They just don’t know that.

The mother in me was an absolute wreck during their first day.  Fear of - ‘something getting them’ - drove me plum nuts.

I didn’t get much accomplished inside the house that day.

But things relaxed more during the second day - including my nerves.  And the whole bunch felt gutsy enough to spread out all over the entire area of the garden - to discover - and pig out!

This guy - we go round and round.  He seemed to step up to the plate after my buddy passed away from the Cocci.

However - we go at it over his bullying and trying to keep others from eating out of both feeders.

I think it’s safe to say chalk him up as a Roo’. 

He may be gorgeous.  He may enjoy sitting up in my arms and expecting me to hold him all the time.

But as you can see - He has not been given a name - yet.  And if He doesn’t square up and figure out the order of things at this house…

He won’t need a name.