I took this photo on one of my sunny walks with Olga several weeks ago. Doesn't it look like I have a miniature hippopotamus on a leash? Or maybe a Moomin.
We're now in the middle of another cold, gray, rainy period. In fact as I write I hear the pattering raindrops on the windows. Olga is showing no sign of wanting to go for a walk.
I had a nightmare last night that three more issues of The New Yorker arrived ALL AT ONCE! I don't know why I have such magazine anxiety. Or am I transferring generalized anxiety about the state of the world? Hmmmm...
Here are more video clips from our garden cam, showing mostly our neighborhood foxes, including another clip of two of them together. You'll also see a few special guests. About midway through, when the fox is eating something, that's a bit of chicken I put out from Dave's uneaten chicken shwarma sandwich a few nights ago. You'll see the fox carry the plastic tray to a more private spot behind the bush, and then pounce on it as if it's prey. Pretty funny!
You'll also hear Olga jump against the side of the garden shed. I think she smells the foxes in that corner and they get her a bit riled up.