"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."
I'm very excited for October to start, however, I'm sad that it doesn't last longer than the days marked by squares on the calendar.
Tomorrow marks a year as a full time keeper.
Today, I helped to move the three Aldabra males. The largest is weighs in at 379, the smallest at 290. I'm a little beaten and bruised.
That's all. Good night.
I'm very excited for October to start, however, I'm sad that it doesn't last longer than the days marked by squares on the calendar.
Tomorrow marks a year as a full time keeper.
Today, I helped to move the three Aldabra males. The largest is weighs in at 379, the smallest at 290. I'm a little beaten and bruised.
That's all. Good night.
bromopar:
Congrats on the full year! Big animals to move, I don't envy that job!
thefreddy:
so u made it a full year? congrats!