It's me, Lil' Neal.
The storm's finally over. Mom wouldn't let me go outside for two days. She said I might get blown off the dock.
Then, when we were studying lines in the upstairs bedroom, a squirrel hit the window. They aren't very smart, but he wasn't on the ground, so I guess he was OK.
I don't like them anyway. They're all over the yard and they take over the bird feeder.
This the glass top of our outdoor table. It flew all the way across the yard. Mom says we're lucky it didn't crash through the window.
That's how far it came. See the edge of the iron table on the bottom left corner of the photo? It came from there to that second set of trees, right in front of Camille's window.
It's good to be outside again. I love my yard.