Erik and I went out to Nisqually Sunday afternoon, to see if we could see the baby Wols*. We did, and through the binoculars you can see that they're fuzzy footballs with heads. Adorable fuzzy footballs with heads. We also saw a woodduck and his lady friend, multitudes of wobblers**, and a weasel! Though technically, I think the weasel saw us. And he might have been a mink. But I hope he was a weasel, because with woodducks, wols, wobblers and weasels, it was a very w kind of day. I wonder if the wildlife refuge cycles through the alphabet, and if I went back today I would have seen things starting with X. Or perhaps they use one of those lame alphabet books that combines X, Y, and Z because they can't think of anything.
It was a really lovely weekend. I even got the backings on all the sheep, and painted a new one who doesn't quite belong, so it was productive as well as enjoyable.
*Owls, for those that haven't read their A. A. Milne.
**Warblers, for those who didn't hear it from my brother.
It was a really lovely weekend. I even got the backings on all the sheep, and painted a new one who doesn't quite belong, so it was productive as well as enjoyable.
*Owls, for those that haven't read their A. A. Milne.
**Warblers, for those who didn't hear it from my brother.