Remember last Friday’s walk? We found a baby osprey in it’s nest, we took a little hike, we played kickball?
There was a charming little sequence I neglected to include in the post. I didn’t include the next four photos because they’re a teensy bit horrifying and I didn’t want to tarnish any image you all may have of me. (HA)
After much deliberation, I’m posting the missing photos. Because if you’re new, and you read that ‘Friday Walk’ post, there’s a good chance you may now be under the impression we fart peppermint at the Pie House.
Let me preface this by saying, MP and I make it a habit to pick up trash on our walks and bike rides. She’s still young enough to think of it as a game, and she’s great at spotting litter. Now that I think about it, this little civic duty lesson may have something to do with her bag lady leanings … But I digress.
Another thing to keep in mind is that I was zoomed in from a distance. And I’m nearsighted. Am I justifying enough?
I’m so all over this photo op. What’s she got there? A rock?
Whatcha got there, Honey? Did you find some garbage? Let’s see!
I can’t see that far Honey. The camera seems to be affixed to my face. Bring it here Sweetie …
Oooh, a bottle!
A … liquor bottle.
A GLASS liquor bottle.
Oh, look. A BROKEN glass liquor bottle.
So that peppermint fart thing? I think this cleared things up nicely.