Calif_Sue said:Scout, checking out the view from the balcony, responsible for recent increase of gopher gut gifts on the front porch. Moving soon with his family so I won't have to be careful stepping out the front door anymore!
Oh, you know you'll miss having to look down for gopher guts...reminds me of that one childhood song.. lesse..
Boys are made of..
Greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey feet
Chopped up parakeet
French fried eye balls
Swimming in a pool of blood..
Gosh I forgot my spoon!
Yes, I had a weird childhood.
But
diluted calicos/tortis!