June 11, 2011 § 2 Comments
I have a few weeding jobs in the neighborhood. I love to dig in the dirt. Serenaded by birdsong, warm air, tree leaves whispering in the breezes – sun. Could go all day but for my hands get sore. Today I had some help.
A fine digging tool.
Not having a beak, one could just eat the weeds instead. Maybe I’ll try that tomorrow.