We walked a mile or so to a playground behind a sort of community center, Linnaea and I. They had some spring toys and swings. She played with a throwing ring, and I picked up trash and picked apples.
We couldn't decide what this was to represent:
A bird? A whale? One of those little orange fish cracker fish? The other eye became a picture frame:
There was a whole frame (another kind of frame) for one swing
and behind it, a hill fort for defending (very briefly) from imaginary Romans, or somebody.
On the way back, there was a pheasant, but he was a little less alive than the shrew from a few days back. Nice red around the eye, and not too messed up, but not living.
Final resting place of the photo of the pheasant.
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