Simple Pleasures

OLAHF is guarding the remaining 2 Fred feathers from all-comers. As if it had actually caught (and eaten) the entire pheasant. Myself is certain that the excess of hair has addled its brain. (It might have far too many Papers proving its breeding but that counts for naught without the matching intelligence which Myself has in Such Abundance.)

TB cannoned into the apple tree and brought down rather a lot of apples onto its unsuspecting head. Didn't seem to mar its simple pleasure in the Game however. Which continues.

They are terribly pleased with the cover She made for the crystal ball on a chicken foot. Myself cannot understand why. P'raps I should investigate more fully.