Ear message...Fyra faces Nelson.

Fie, fie upon her!

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,

Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out

At every joint and motive of her body.

William Shakespeare

Four legged wars, everyone was having a feast and a fight until the rains came and the bucket of fun filler went in. Off to the studio now, thankfully it's Friday!

Let the games begin

The runner kept circling, faster and faster...

Blueberries for Red

For the Record,
This day came in with sun that soon changed to showers. 64 degrees, 85% humidity, falling barometer.