Holy Animal Byproducts!

A recurring message Crumby encounters while perusing his favorite photography website is, “The camera you use, is the one you have with you.” Yes. That message never fails to send Crumby’s mouse scurrying to the nearest exit sign. Good Goddess! Must Crumby constantly be reminded that there are too many people, and most of them are no damn good.

Yet as Crumby sallied forth this morning a camera dangled from his neck. Surely today I shall have this camera with me, and it shall be the one I use, Crumby thought sadly.

And later that proved to be true. But not before Crumby and his little dog, Lulu, were bushwhacked by a marauding Rottweiler.

Don’t worry, he’s friendly.

More proof that most people are no damn good.

Once past the Rottweiler and its responsible pet owners, Crumby headed over toward his objective, a field of crimson clover. You don’t espy crimson clover much in these parts. Matter of fact, previous to now, Crumby never espied crimson clover in Travis County, much less a whole field of it.

Crimson and clover, over and over. Man alive! Was that a great song or what, maybe?

All righty then. Here we are at the crimson clover field. It’s about a half acre totally dominated by crimson clover but with sow thistle and bedstraw also conspicuous. Mercy!




Then right after Crumby took the crimson clover picture, and since he still had the camera with him, Crumby used the same camera to take a picture of these ducks. Why my Goddess! It’s a non-jurisdictional wetland. The only kind of wetland that occurs in the Republico duh Booblico.