This little fellow took up residence on the stucco wall outside the Olive Garden in Clay, NY, this afternoon. I suspect that he wanted some breadsticks.
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- Rose
- A transplanted Canadian, married to a retired American soldier. Mother of a sixteen year old young man who is one of a kind. Homeschooler. Registered Nurse. Unapologetic treehugging liberal. Photographer. Quilter. Knitter. Perpetually sleep-deprived queen of unfinished crafting projects. Goddess of laundry. Strangely obsessed with haiku. Welcome to my world!
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