Birthday finches
An excellent day in Ana Clara, Punta del Este. I must have been around five.
Dorm living, senior year of college. This must have been before I inherited a large spotted bunny from my friend Stanley’s dorm-mate. Lily had been keeping the pet (her first) in a closet from the time it was a small ball of fluff, but when I got it bunny was the size of a fat cat. Every time you came home from class there she’d be, grunting and looping around the room like a desperate rutting moose with lop ears and a cotton tail. We had to rig up a special waist-high baby fence to take up all the floor space and keep her from boxing my other bunny (did I mention there was another bunny in the room? also a large bookshelf pantry full of food, and a no-pets rule) on the ears. How did I ever get any work done?
Brotherly love at Ana Clara. Dad and Becco with un perro salchicha and smiles, summertime.
indie and tripod the iguana, way back when tripod was still alive and i was in ms. folks’s class.
