Bird With A View

Posted on May 25, 2014 by treshabarger

Bird and Yucca plant

Papillon Jack

Posted on May 24, 2014 by treshabarger

Toujours vigilant
Papillon Jacques nous protége
Sentinelle, en garde!

Always vigilant
Papillon Jack protects us
Sentry, to your post!

Ya tan alerta
Papillon Jack nos guarda
¡Centinela, sí!

Jack the Papillon dog at his post by the door

Sentry Jack

Halt! Who goes there?

Papillon Jack works at Murder By The Book — Where a good crime is had by all!

Murder By The Book

Eyed Click Beetle

Posted on May 18, 2014 by treshabarger

Look what I found in our yard. I had never seen one before (a mystery!), so it took me a few minutes to find it on the Internet. I started out searching for “black and white caterpillars” but that wasn’t even close. Next I tried “black and white insects in central Texas.” Turns out there are a ton of those. The last one did the trick: “black and white insects with eyes on top.” And voilà! An Eyed Click Beetle. I’m glad it didn’t do its click and back flip while I was photographing it. And, of course, those aren’t eyes on top.

An Eyed Click Beetle

Friday Fiction: The Scar

Posted on May 16, 2014 by treshabarger

And now for something totally different: Last week I discovered Friday Fictioneers. Each Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photograph as a prompt with the invitation to write a story of 100 words. Here’s my first Friday Fiction story, 100 words exactly (not counting the title), and the photograph prompt.
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The Scar

Ow! A sheep bit Trina’s hand as her arm dangled out the window. Her index finger was bleeding, next to her scar. She bared her teeth, growling at the herd.

The scar. She had been five and the goat she was feeding nipped her finger, thinking it a treat. Nana cleaned, bandaged and kissed it to make it better. Nana was in a nursing facility now, but Trina hadn’t visited in months.

She looked at her scar again. Taking out her phone to video the sheep, Trina smiled. Sunday I’ll visit Nana. Lots to talk about this time.