Monday, March 26, 2012

Fig Newton?

This little guy was headed north along the shoreline.  He was either beach combing or pacing himself for a long journey. Having never seen a newt on the Oregon Coast, I was concerned he was lost, but left him to his business.

All the way home we made up names for him like Isaac Newton or Newt Gingrich or Newt Rockney or even Wayne Newton, my personal favorite.  You can probably add to this list a famous newtons.

Note: My sister (who still claims I am a witch based upon my proximity to black cats, toads and, okay, perhaps a spell or two) says it is even more evidence of my craft.  To which I say, just for the record, we don't use "eye of newt" too much any more--animal rights and all.

No comments:

Post a Comment