Our carpenter brought him to us after saving him from some guys who want to cook him for dinner. He lives outside my window, and when he starts "cooing", it's hard to get some sleep. Peter is just my name for him. I don't know if he has an official name (which means dad approved it).
It doesn't help when the parakeets start to join in the chorus:
Right outside my backdoor lives Charlie the turtle:
Like Peter, he doesn't really have a name. I just decided to call him Charlie. He could actually climb up a screen door, which makes me suspect he believes he is also a cat ... being surrounded by them most of the time.
It's been raining a lot recently.
So I decided to let Charlie out of his box ... which he has been trying to get out of all morning anyway.
First thing he does? Drink rain water.
While Charlie is enjoying the rain, our feathered friends find the weather too cold for comfort.
And the ground too muddy for them.
This little lizard has got it good though, sitting dry and pretty near the computer, inside the house, just waiting for the occasional mosquito or ant for its dinner.
Yup ... it's a slow day.
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