We cooked and ate Christmas Eve dinner at our friend Don's house, then stayed over for the following day. Don and I tossed extra bread and peanuts on the porch and down by the sidewalk, then sat at the front window and watched all of the hungry creatures stop by.
Being the selfish person I am, I brought along a telephoto lens.
The cat hung around all day, hoping to get lucky. I don't think he ever did.
It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man
who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that
there were too many prehistoric toads in it.
— Mark Twain, “Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar”