The mud and the drear has all of us hunkered down with not much happening. However, I did finally manage to get a little video of Gabe talking to me. Gabe talks a lot, but every time I point the camera at him, he stops. Generally, he starts talking to me as soon as I step outside every morning and he keeps it up until breakfast is forthcoming, which often takes about half an hour. Unfortunately, for the poor, big doofus, his voice can only be described as cute, bordering on adorable.
My good friend KC got to enjoy one of his serenades a couple of months ago and was charmed. She tried to capture it on her camera-phone, but, as usual, the big lug quit as soon as he had any attention focused on him. I finally managed to capture a bit and I am posting this for her as she is also suffering from the drear at the moment. Turn your volume up and try to ignore the horrific mud.
For you KC!