
This poor weary critter found his way up under the porch overhang to a spot on the screen thas' safe from swoopin' birds. Whew! I know how he feels...I come home, weary to the bone, an' huddle, safe from the swoopin' traffic.
Aunty's Front Porch where lighter exchanges go with well lemonade and pork rinds. Y'all sit a spell. Tell a story or two. Bring your dogs. Feeling feisty? Looking for debate? C'mon round to the BACK PORCH @auntybelles.blogspot.com NOTE:Contents of this blog is copyrighted 2006-2013.
