Creative Punishment

My little sister just posted these pictures. Here is what she wrote.

My niece and nephew "were not being nice to each other, so their punishment from their dad was that they had to stand outside holding hands and wave to 5 cars."

The Sky Is Falling, The Sky Is Falling...

Back in the spring we had a hailstorm blow through the area. This one was a little worse than most resulting in us (and most of our neighbors) needing a new roof. Well, today is the day the crew has started replacing ours.

Most of you know that we have a dog. Kensington is a rescue dog and we don't know much about her background. I wouldn't call her timid, but I would definitely not call her brave either. A little earlier today I walked downstairs for lunch and found that the guardian of our house had found her safe place to wait out the pounding on the roof. Now, this is a regular place for her to nap away the day, but she will ALWAYS come out when food is being served in the kitchen. Well, not this time. Here desire for self preservation outweighed her sweet tooth and she decided to stay put. With all of this racket Mary and I are thinking about joining her under there.

I Dare You To Open The Box

While driving to work last week we found a large, great horned owl on the side of the freeway next to a tall concrete wall. He could fly, but not very well (he looked like he may have gotten clipped by a car).

We caught him in mid-flight before it got out in traffic and I somehow managed to not get bitten or ripped open by his claws.

We were on the way to work so we had to bring him with us. He was pretty mad so it was really tricky to photograph him. I had to hold him with one hand in my lap and work the camera with the other hand.

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Thanks To Keith at BagOfNothing