I’ve been taking the last month to play, plan, and basically figure out the next steps…
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Curious flyers dive after a sandwich.
A giant swimmer rams into the boat.
A pet dinosaur is not like your average dog. When your dog needs some exercise, then you can just take him out on a walk. But what do you do when your pet is a giant, sharp-toothed meat-eater three times the size of the biggest tiger at the zoo?
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I’ve had a month to figure out what worked last year, what was messy, and what doesn’t quite fit. Right out the gate and looking back at what I did, I must say I’m rather surprised and pleased with how much I finished. Through most of the year I didn’t think I was accomplishing very much, and when I set out to evaluate the past year I thought I would be in for a rather dissapointing reality check.
Small wins quickly add up! And this time you have the option of either reading this post, or listening in on the recorded version. 😀 I thought it would be fun to have a little chat with my kids about this post. Next time I’ll try writing the post first and reading from that, so that they sync up a little better. It’s a learning experience. 🙂 Right now the audio version will be a bit different from the written post.
So without further ado, let’s take a look at what my goals where February 2021…
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Patricia shut the gate behind her and scanned the paddock, but the small shed in the corner was empty, and nothing stirred in the grove of thick palms surrounding it. She pulled her supply wagon closer to the plastic feed bucket hanging on the fence line, and reached into a large canvas bag for a heaping scoopful of pellets. She dumped them into the bucket and tapped the plastic sides with the scoop.
“Rosie!” She tapped the bucket a few more times before jabbing the scoop into the feed bag.

He basked in the warmth of the sun, armored scales like a double row of polished stones. Eyes closed, mouth open with glistening teeth, he listened to the stillness. He could hear the distant calls of flying creatures as they gossiped about their day, the faint rustling of a summer breeze through scraggy conifer branches high above, the scratching chirp of a far away insect. The beating of wings. Continue reading

Thud.
Alfred looked up, head cocked to one side so that one yellow eye focused on a shimmering red box against the concrete wall of his paddock. He sat heavily on his haunches, watching the glinting snowflakes in the sunshine, and blinked in surprise when it moved.