Sickness in the House

I won't go into details, but Kincaid is sick.  Duke is the diametric opposite with running in circles, talking up a storm at a high volume and lots of fishing (with diving off of the boat).  We were house bound and there was a lot of moaning (only a bit from me).  Poor kiddo just gets pummeled by this sickness.

Here, he finally fell asleep.

On a lighter note, the invasion of the waxwings started yesterday.  They move through the neighborhood in huge swarms eating the berries off of the trees.  They have amazingly bright swatches on their tails and make such a racket.  I noticed it as tons of snow was falling from the trees.  

One moves off and then they all follow suit.  I once watched bats leave a cave in Florida and it is much the same.  The sick kiddo just woke up, must run.