This is Marty the Mockingbird. He hangs out in our backyard. His only purpose in life is to terrorize Fletcher. He looks harmless, doesn't he?
Can you see him in the above picture sitting on the lamp post on our porch? His mouth is hanging open, I'm guessing because it's 104 degrees and he's hot. He's extra hot because he's been repeatedly dive-bombing poor little Fletcher and tagging him in the ass. He doesn't do this to any other of our dogs except Fletch. It's the weirdest thing that Fletch just totally ignores him like it's not happening. You'd think he'd at least flinch or snap at Marty, but no.
I tried my best to get an action picture of it happening, but I failed and then I gave up because it's too hot outside to stand there waiting for the perfect shot.
A potholder I made yesterday. This is not how it's supposed to look. I ended up having to make it up towards the outer edges because I couldn't figure it out. Those lines are suppose to taper back down in making the petals of a flower. Now it's just a ...uh, it's a um, it's a pizza? Wheel of cheese? Whirly-bird doo-dad thingy? Crop circle?