Luke move souf for winter, ok that not really true. I move on a counta divine inner vention and fate and the Uncle Tom and his friends who give me lift to where I posed to be wif the Mom.
But look! It snowin!
(Poor the Mom wif the hummingbird feeder still up. One thing bout ole gal, she never give up on creature. They in South America right now but she still got feeder in place, just in case!)
Sunday Noir - Part 2 - *Originally published on Facebook November 9, 2017.* When Rescues Write Noir.... Ramble had a thing about horses. It got him in trouble before, betting on ...