Dad kept hiding pine nuts in the pages of this magazine and letting Edgar root around for them.
(Edgar cannot be released to the wild due to an injury. He now works as an ambassador bird and general household nuisance.)
Edgar has added to his vocalizations since I last saw him! He used to only say “oh wow” in a really sarcastic voice and to mimic the trill of a screech owl. Now he also screams “WHAT?!” and mumbles “what a WHOPPER!”
It was hysterically funny discussing politics with him in the room. We’d mention some new scandal and he’d randomly interject with cries of astonishment.
Please let Edgar know that I love him
Edgar has graced my dash twice today and I learned something new each time. I too love him.
Daily NaNo check-in: nearing the halfway point of the challenge! 😀
Plot-wise, the boys have a moment’s peace now that they’ve arrived in Moonlit Gulch, and find themselves with a mystery to solve.
Also, banter–
“I am not overly dramatic!” Lionheart scoffed.
“Really?” Kid asked. “Do I need to remind you how you reacted when
you got that cactus needle in your hand when you were chasing that rabbit last
week? ‘Right through my glove—it went right through my glove!’ It didn’t even break the skin, and you
practically held a wake for your glove!”
“First of all, they don’t make
gloves like these anymore,” Lionheart insisted, holding the wounded glove up. “And secondly, I did not hold a wake!”
“Then what do you call immediately playing
something on your harmonica in a minor key?”
