The morning was young, still only sparsely lit by the rising sun, when a toucan settled in my guarumo tree. The toucan turned on his branch and swiveled his head far to the left to survey the canyon and hills beyond our property. “I like this little valley” he said, “lots of juicy fruit and lizards to feed […]Read more "An Eclipse foretold by a Toucan"
A tasty chicken dish to alleviate bank troubles.Read more "Grouchy Vignette de Jour Nº6 with a Chicken Breast"
Getting rid of a noni.Read more "Dog Dumpling Disposal"