Fjord trout with a honey-ginger-mustard glaze, served with mixed peppers and onion and rice.

Fjord trout with a honey-ginger-mustard glaze, served with mixed peppers and onion and rice.

Some years ago I shared this image in my post depredated bird. I see such configurations of feathers pretty often around here—the remains of a bird killed probably by a cat or hawk, or possibly a fox or coyote.
So I was somewhat daunted when I saw this configuration of sequins on the grass just outside my front door.

Does that not look dauntingly like the remains of a depredated party girl?
It makes me worry just a bit about about what the predator was.
I keep looking at Ashley all stretched out thinking, “I wish I were that flexible!” But actually, I am that flexible: I spend hours a day in full hip extension.

Ashley, Jackie with a martini, and my beer.

Dunno whether the self-storage place next door plows their own parking lot or hires it done, but either way I bet they’re not thrilled.

Doing my morning exercises. Ashley is the best of all possible workout companions.

For a couple of years now I’ve included in my warm-up mobilizing the joints in my foot by standing on and rolling this hard rubber ball. It’s really helped reduce running injuries.
But Ashley will use whatever means necessary to get the ball. So for two months I’ve scarcely done it.
