



This last one is my failed attempt to get a photograph of it flying. I knew it was going to, so I had my camera ready, and then it opened it's gigantic wings and took off and I was stunned, it was so incredible, and I tried to get the picture, but clearly it was too fast and too stunning for me. The picture would have come out blurry if I had gotten it anyways. I wish you all could have seen what I just did.
Have a great rest of the weekend.
God bless everyone
~Tara
Oh, this is the little video I got. Really bad quality, if shaken camera's make you sick, you might not want to watch it. I do get a kind of cool little clip of the owl as it takes off from a different tree branch. I thought that I'd try to film it instead of take a picture of it this time, since last time it was too fast and also, I admit, took my breath away. So, if you want to stop watching right after the owl flies, you aren't missing anything. I would've cut out the rest of the video (I was trying to find the owl again, which I didn't) except I don't know how to do that.
Enjoy! ^;-;^ <<<>


I like this one a lot, my mom gave me that silver necklace. Yea, I like this picture.
The sun was setting through the window behind me, the lighting was pretty good.


Calming breaths.

What the heck!? Isn't that a WEIRD picture!!! makes me laugh.
I like how in this one you can partially see my other eye, it has a nice effect.
I don't know how true emo kids can stand the hair always in their eye. It is such a cool-awesome look though, I can live with it. I'll get used to it. Your vision really isn't that obscured.
I think that this is my favorite pic of all of the ones I took. You can very clearly see the red tips. And my eye looks really blue and idk, the whole picture is nice. I think.
I smile way too much to be emo! But, who says emos really can't smile? I've never met an emo, but I'm sure they smile when they're with their friends. Or when they read stupid stuff on the internet about themselves that isn't true. Or, of course, when they look at the weird pictures of me, who doesn't laugh/smile?
Ok, flash nearly blinded me! This is such a creepy picture!
Rachel came to my aid and took the last two pictures of me. (Thanks Rach, Happy Anniversary!!) 






I don't take my rats outside very often, mainly because of my cats and dog which have taken snaps at them other times I've brought them outside. I have to be very cautious. Therefore, I went outside through my basement so the dog wouldn't see or hear me. That worked pretty well. This is a picture of my newer rat, Venice.
This is my dear Firenze. She is the rat I have had the longest. I had her for a few months when I decided she needed some company, she was so terribly lonely. So, we went back to the pet store and I picked out a beautiful all-brown rat who seemed small for her age. I christened her Venezia. Well, as I thought the day after we got her and I was watching her and Firenze interact, she didn't look too well. She died a week or two later. I knew it was going to happen and so did Firenze. It was sweet, Firenze would sometimes sit next to Venezia and groom her. After Venezia died, Firenze seemed even more alone. That is why, another few months later, I got Venice to be her friend. They fought at first, but now they get along and only play-fight occasionally.
Our nice trip outside was rudely interrupted by Star, who came meowing his way over to us. I put Firenze and Venice on my shoulders and then quickly snapped this picture of Star sniffing around where they had just been exploring.
So, after being scared away from the patio, I thought Firenze and Venice (guess where I want to go :-D) might enjoy the flower barrels. That's where I took them, and they did love it!
Venice is so cute!
Firenze is more of the explorer.
Venice looks over the edge of the barrel, she's pretty curious but also usually timid. Firenze helps her be more outgoing, as weird as that sounds.


This is Star. He's very cuddly as well, but it's strange to pick him up. You see, he broke a rib when he was much younger, and it sticks out, you can feel it through his skin, and it always makes me pull back because I think it would hurt. But he gives no idication that it does, but I am still wary when I hold him.
Midnight. If I were to have a sister who was a cat, this would be her. I love her so much, and she's really funny. She tries to be serious all the time, but she isn't really. And, it's absolutely hilarious, she gets very jealous. If I pet another cat, she meows at me like, hey, I thought you were mine!
Oreo, the mother of Midnight, Star, and Spec. Spec is not in these pictures because I don't have any of him, he left some time either last year or the year before and sadly hasn't come back yet. I'm still hoping he will! Oreo is still a kitten at heart, but she has drastic moodswings. One moment she'll be batting your hand playfully and purring, the next she's biting your hand and growling. Crazy cat! But I love her anyways. :)
The newest edition to the family, last year I believe, this is September. She was in the back of my Grandpa's truck, we don't know how she got there. She seemed to like it here though, and no one in my Grandpa's town reported a missing cat or told him when he asked around. And so, we kept her.
This is a personal favorite of mine. Streak with his tongue sticking out at you. I believe he had just yawned. 

