There is nothing like a picnic on Easter. Just when we start to relax a white weasel runs through. That stirred up a little excitement to say the least. Kids climbing in trees and jumping in bushes trying to catch it. I'm no exactly sure what would have happened if they would have caught it. Thankfully it escaped until the next time we picnic there.
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| And who can go without bringing home a giant rock? Not this girl. And it fit PERFECTLY under the barbecue where I wanted it. Love these big strong boys of mine. |
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| Little chilly still for a swim |
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