D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

The finches now take less than a week to empty a sock of seeds. It is fun watching them, though.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The blackberries that someone has on their front fence are almost ripe. They are big and juicy from all the late rain.

D.O.P.-T.

This morning the housemate had to dash to a doctor's appointment and I walked the two dogs separately again. Bear had lost his collar somewhere. I tried hooking the leash to his flea collar - I had to do something, he was nosing his way out of the yard gate - but of course its buckle gave way as soon as we reached the park, and he was off romping through the trees. I corralled him again and looped the leash through its handle. He was sweet enough not to object to being half throttled through the rest of the walk - his thick pelt probably helped, too - and licked my face as I unhooked him, but I must remember the emergency collar tomorrow.