I like the reflection in his glasses. He thinks I am an idiot I know he does.Elkhart Lake is the epitome of summer. There is an ice cream stand that serves fresh peach ice cream by a 16 year old that could be considered God's gift to summer time.
Everyone is having such a nice time...except for... you know who...Otto hates el-touristos with their boat trailers clomping down the road disturbing the Osprey's nest just below our house. Afterall, they do have babies!
Every morning, at warp speed, Otto visits the end of our 50 foot driveway and promptly tuckers out for the next mile of our walk. The dead morning june bugs fascinate him, he paws at them a few times before deciding that feel is better than taste.
The summers up here are like magic complete with lightening bugs that just thrill Otto at dusk. He jumps straight up in the air like he has springs on his paws and when he catches them, he spits them out like he swilled some Tabasco sauce...
Just when you think that life is peaceful......look what has come to our feeder every morning at 5:30 am. So much for quiet mornings....
Click on the picture for a close up of the masked foe!
Otto is going to end up in the insanery down the street...or I will from lack of sleep.
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