Pondly Yours

This miniature cottage sits on a diminutive island near the far edge of a small pond that I pass on my walks. It must have started out as a dog house but I've seen it used by ducks and, more recently, by a pair of honeymooning Canada geese. 

I wonder if they took the time to admire the birds' eye view (or maybe in their eyes it was a fowl sight).

I imagine when you're a bird, flying in an ocean of sky over a sea of water, it's sometimes hard to tell which way is up.  Sometimes it's not so easy for humans, either, which reminds me of the Richard Farina book title, "Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me."

It's a topsy-turvy world we live in. 

All those ripples from over the pond with so many people casting their Euros in it to make a wish for stability, if not sanity.

Let's hope it doesn't cause a global tidal wave.

Right now I'm going to wave goodbye to you for a little while.  You'll hardly even notice I'm gone.  It's just to let you know that I won't be around to answer any comments you might leave on my doorstep or visit with blog friends for a few days.
Meanwhile, stay sunny side up!