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Drawing: the root of everythingFirst they came...
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Early Days
If you love hummingbird images - check out hamongle who says she gets to capture them year round 
Black chin hummingbird by hamongle
my little neighbor by hamongle
Just came across this amazing photo and wanted to share it with my 
friends
Too good to miss...... by Tigles1Artistry
Keithspangle read somewhere that Aztecs believed that virtuous warriors were allowed to return as hummingbirds so they could spend their time fighting and drinking nectar.
Sorry if I'm late getting to 
work or answer comments - but dealing with a pinched nerve problem that's giving me fits 
but could not pass up the opportunity of featuring another joy of summer this time by Dip-in-Road
Drooling by Dip-in-Road
9-15 Hummingbird by Keithsannoyingphotos
Male Rufous Hummingbird 8-18-18 by Keithsannoyingphotos
need a smile - check out this smart puppy 
www.thedodo.com/close-to-home/…
For everyone who loves dogs loving snow - please click the link below - and enjoy!!!!!
www.msn.com/en-us/video/animal…
October 23, 2016 6:00 AM - the most difficult morning of my long life
Jaq showed a slight dragging of his right hind leg after jumping for a ball Saturday morning. Around noon we took him to the emergency room where he was diagnosed with a herniated disk in his middle spine. By 5 PM he was paralyzed from the lower chest down. By 6 AM Sunday we had no choice but let our beloved Jaq go.
......................Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in Mudville — since Jaq's joyful light's gone out.
I fear Mudville will forever be without JOY
without my beloved Jaq -
1-12-18 After over a year of grieving Jaq I've come to understand I've experienced unconditional love twice -
once with a cat named Katjke and now with a dog named Jaq.
I don't believe unconditional love, between human adults - even love partners - is a healthy process. And it's not been the norm for me in my pet relationships, of which there have been many.
But when it does occur - it's magical.
The reason it's becoming abundantly clear that pet ownership increases the joy and length of life is because it's incredibly beneficial to feel you are a person of significance in the eyes of something that loves you back unconditionally.
-----♥♥------PUT THIS
----♥♥-♥♥----RIBBON
---♥♥---♥♥---ON YOUR
---♥♥---♥♥---PAGE IF
---♥♥---♥♥---YOUR'E
----♥♥-♥♥----AGAINST
-----♥♥♥------ANIMAL
----♥♥-♥♥----ABUSE
---♥♥---♥♥---THANK YOU
- Listening to: the oldies
- Reading: The English Girl
- Watching: NOT watching the news
- Playing: video poker
- Eating: stuffed peppers
- Drinking: lemon water
Pride
I AM PROUD
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 Hi everyone  about myself my goal is to illustrate children's books i chase humming birds spring/summer i trade art fall/winter i strive to be child like rather than childish i have four companions in my life  and i  we ALL find a bit of bliss every day as we play-----♥♥------PUT THIS ----♥♥-♥♥----RIBBON ---♥♥---♥♥---ON YOUR ---♥♥---♥♥---PAGE IF ---♥♥---♥♥---YOUR'E ----♥♥-♥♥----AGAINST -----♥♥♥------ANIMAL ----♥♥-♥♥----ABUSE ---♥♥---♥♥---THANK YOU |
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Only two boys now
 Jaq - pick of the litter passed away 10-23-16 only six years old  Leo - strong   and Taz - enough said The boys in the web cam below are not our dogs  10-23-16 We only have one Corgi since Jaq passed this morning - but I just can't take the webcam down - reminds me too much of that wonderful, joyful, playful boy we called Jaq. We all miss you buddy |
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Thanks for the llama 
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama? 
Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.
*End of cue card*
And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.
Thanks for the fav on 136 - Medicine is just my hobby...
Okay, it’s not really a hobby. It’s more of a side gig. But once my glockenspiel career takes off, I am done with all that personally satisfying drudgery and its life changing experiences. I mean who really wants the hassle of saving lives and being a hero? Not me, that’s for sure. Give me the wide open roads, the adoring fans, questionable groupies, a soulless corporate sell out, meaningless promotional feuds and of course, the real reason for taking up an instrument, the free food. Yep. That is what I call living the dream. And I’m so close too. I just need to learn how to play, find just the right bandmates who are willing to ride my coattails to top before stabbing me in the back to support their rampant decorative soap addiction, and of course a manager so devious and underhanded that by the time my career is over I won’t have two buttons to rub together. So I’m practically there already. I figure another week and there’ll be billboards with my face on it, just you see.
