Birds
It would seem the birds haven’t learned their lesson.
Nounou is having the time of his life. I’ve learned my lesson, and now I let him do his thing, and watch him from afar. It’s actually pretty fun to witness.
Day: August 7, 2018
The Beach
Nounou and I had a bit of a fright, and he must have been feeling terrible these last few days. I think we both deserve a break by the beach. The day is cloudy, and soon enough it starts to rain — but the air is fresh, invigorating, and infused with iodine. And it’s been so long since I’ve walked in the sand, even though I have to walk in boots and jump around cold puddles.
And then there’s the sound of the seagulls. It soothes me.
At least until I see Nounou, fully healed and absolutely not soothed by the sound of birds, running past me like a grey rocket. He leaps at them, then when they fly away in a terrified formation, struts back to me with feathers in his mouth.
Thanks, Nounou. Much appreciated.
I mean, I’m glad he’s feeling better at least.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 