|Discovery times two|
We haven't seen them in almost a year and we had a lot to talk about! Pam made us a delicious dinner and we shared some Julian pie with them as we caught up.
We've been playing golf every day since we arrived. The desert weather has been cold in the mornings so we walk across the street after lunch and enjoy 9 or 18 holes before the sun drops and the chill returns. The course is a fairly challenging one, over a deep ravine - twice - and through a scrub desert with one very long (700+ yard par 6) hole. Lots of birds everywhere. Northern Shovelers in the pond, cactus wrens, flycatchers, sparrows, finches, mockingbirds and thrashers, grackles on the power lines pinging and screeching down at us, vermillion flycatchers chasing their lunch, egrets, tohees, a solitary kestral, and even a large green parrot in the bare tree behind Beluga.
|a rare picture of the four of us!|
|scenery on the back 9|
Life is good!
Lewis enjoys his time here also. His Gramma Pamma and that man of Gramma Pamma are right out side Beluga's window and he knows it.
|they're up, they're up, can I go over, can I, can I?|
He watches until their door opens - to him that means they're open for business. He gets to race over and play ball with John and gets all the treats he can eat from Gramma Pamma, and also get plenty of pets and affection. What more could a guy ask for?
|he comes home exhausted|