cocotel wrote:He landed in the tobacco field behind my house last night. It was beautiful watching him make his graceful landing amidst the stalks of the cancer sticks. He immediately recognized us as we sat at the picnic table enjoying our evening meal.
The sun was making it's final descent over the barns as Jimmy trotted towards us. The girls immediately thrust their hands in the air resembling their fins, they waved proudly. Jimmy flashed a smile and began running toward us at a pace that would rival an olympic sprinter.
He was within' ten yards of us when he dropped like a rock. The electric horse fence had taken him down.
Jimmy is presently resting upstairs on the futon with no plans to hurry off.
Beautiful, Albert.....just beautiful.
