My silly son was up and ready to start the day at 4:45 this morning. 4:45!!! Ugh. I tried to insist that he go back to bed for an hour, but he won. I don't know why the crazy kid thought it was morning, but I suspect it has something to do with being mostly cut off from his favorite milk source (a.k.a. me). To be nice, after it became apparent that Colter was in a very noisy mood, we decided to go for a walk, so at least Daddy could get some sleep.
On our walk, I did not find a raccoon (see previous post). However, we did see some purty flowers,
and a ferocious, bunny-killing, sparrow-stalking, mouse-murdering, dog-taunter named Pancake.