Living

I will leave it to someone else to intepret the madness of my posting two of my first-ever three blog entries about dead guys named John. (Did I mention the black dog dialogue was with a boy named Johnny?)

On a lighter note, we possibly saved a bird today. It's heron-like features were distinctive, but not enough so to allow us to pinpoint an ID in the collection of bird books we house. My spouse thinks it is an American Bittern, which, if true, would be a rare treat.

There. Two dead Johns and a bird.