And now, a post.

The wordy kind, not the supporting kind. Although, it has been my experience that words can be the post kind of supportive...

Hm. Yeah, never mind.

I took a picture of our noisy white rooster (whom mum has named Luciano) standing on the old kickback that we bought Eamon when he was still shorter than me, but is now fencing in our azalea/pine tree patch:



...And the camera was dead. Did I tell you that?

Yes. That is why I am so ridiculously proud of myself.