
Not good news on the ducklings.  I'll spare you the gory details.  Only one little lonely guy out there all by himself today.   Fortunately someone from work knew of a foster home for him to go to tonight.  I told that mother duck that I wasn't in favor of her having ducklings in the courtyard--they had to have water, they can't get out on their own, they'll make a mess, etc., etc.  But they were so cute and we were all fascinated by them and now it's hard to image what it will be like without them.  Sigh . . .    I am thankful for the lily-of-the-valley blooms on my desk.
 
 





 This was a beautiful morning.  Betsy was talking to the little dog that lives next door.  I don't know what kind of dog or what his name is--she just calls him little dog.
 This was a beautiful morning.  Betsy was talking to the little dog that lives next door.  I don't know what kind of dog or what his name is--she just calls him little dog.

 
 





























 
