I saw one, jumping down the streeet. Our street. The street where we live (in complete Tom-and-Barbara stylee). Gordon-fucking-Bennett.
Other news; there is none.
The vegetable garden is coming along; the apple and lemon trees both appear to be doing well (though the app;e treee frankly needs a really hard prune [don't we all, dear] both should drop some fruit at least).
I wish there was news. I wish there was life beyone child and garden. Certainly, finding worth ('quality'), finding a reason to live in housework is a challenge, but never let it be said I couldn't rise to a challenge. And Sprout is amazingly adorable, so there.