photo taken May 23, 2007 • title thanks to Dianne

My my my… it was hard to choose one this week!

Final contenders were:
“Between a rock and a hard place,” left by several, so great for this shot.
“Just walk on by,” left by two, quoting two very different songs. Yes!

“Look, if I put my ears like this my shadow looks like a cat.
“Mom told Eli to take me for some Rocky Road. I don’t think this is what she meant.”
Have I told you I love your brains?

Kit & Bit; Rock, Puppy, Whiskers; Dear in the Headlights~ clever and cute.

“Oh, Brother!” comes in as a very close runner-up….
And Dianne, I chose yours. You are good – tying together the visual elements of the photo and the history of Charlie and Eli and the scene itself – it is fantastic!

Thanks, thanks, thanks to one and all!

• • • I don’t know about you, but I need more weekend.  Or more time in bed.  Milking a cow is a full-body workout.  But I’ve got the two-handed rhythm down, and Daisy is an absolute doll and hasn’t kicked me in the head.  She’s a very cuddly cow, really.  While I’m out with my cow, continuing to perfect my technique, it’s up to you to give this photo a title, caption, or dialogue.

I can’t wait to see your brilliant brains take on this pic.  My favorite entry will get a naturally shed deer antler – this particular one is remarkable because it is a four-point horn (ie, there are four points), but it is only about six inches across – mini! – and two of the points have been gnawed on by fox or coyote.  It is a treasure in its imperfections.

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The cat is tolerant but not pleased. Charlie is only a quarter the size of Eli and can hardly even walk – it’s more like tottering – but the first time Eli caught the scent of coyote he froze, and his eyes dilated immediately and he hid behind the woodstove.

It’s gotten better, and Eli now sleeps on the bed when Charlie is in the bed, too. But Eli will not let the coyote touch him – he hisses and runs away. Seriously ingrained instincts.