On Sunday evening we went Airdrie to celebrate Joel's birthday at the Kay's. The cake and strawberry pie Sherry made were delicious.
No candles so Joel with 17 made with forks.
When we were getting ready to go I was sitting in the van waiting. I saw something running down the street. It was about the size of a squirrel but I've seen enough squirrels to know it wasn't a squirrel. I went through all the things I thought it might be. It wasn't a gopher, it wasn't a rabbit, it wasn't a cat, it wasn't a dog, it wasn't a raccoon, and it wasn't a skunk. It moved like a mouse but it was to big to be a mouse. It was too short to be a ferret. I know what it wasn't but I don't know what it was. I followed it along the road and managed to get this picture before it ran into a yard.
What did I see? You be the judge
I'm glad I had a camera because at least there is something in the picture. There are times that my family has a hard time believing me. I don't know why. Its like the time I saw the elephant on the bike path by the river as I was riding home from work. No one believed me that day either. I might as well had seen a Sasquatch or a UFO.
