I couldn’t use gmail or gtalk, and was– of course– wondering what I was doing wrong…and then DS posted me this:
Having not had much success with hiking the previous day, we decided that we would make a more concerted effort to find a trail that would accomodate a perambulator (or a stroller, as it is called here.)
Approaching motherhood Colours one’s life, one’s thoughts. So it’s fitting That one’s hands and wrists Are filled with colour, too; The rainbows that the little one will soon bring, The good wishes that friends pour into one’s life, And the prayer that the baby will be healthy and happy.
For some birding friends of mine who, looking at a non-typical tail on a Black Drongo, id’ed it as a Drongo Cuckoo:
Of course, as usual, I haven’t been able to find a match, so there’s no id, but I am sure some kind reader will tell me what it is….