Just the last few pics I still had on my camera of Harvey's grrranimals, and more photos of the harborfront. (Part 1 was here, part 2 here.)
One of the chickies dug herself a little nest in the garden and just sat there.
"You weren't expecting moi to prevent this, were you?"
While the other chicky continued foraging about. "More grubs for me!"
The neighbor's walnut tree which thoughtfully overhangs the property and provides greenery... and walnuts.
"This is how you read your peemail Auntie?"
And the famous Harvey herself. Isn't she a cutie?
Her Lisa doll, which Auntie's Stepmommy got her. (Auntie's Stepmommy is ridiculously dog crazy. My dad now has two tropical birds who will live to 60 and take up tons of time because he didn't let my stepmother get a dog 15 years ago. That's a moment when he needed a small man in a tuxedo to jump out and sing: Mistaaaaaaake!)
The patented over-the-shoulder "Did I say you could stop scratching my bum?" look.
Sitting under the pear tree.
Harborfront walk, where everyone hangs and eats ice cream.
Little restaurant on the water.
Proof that for all the old people, this is still the West Coast. (And hippies gotta retire somewhere too right?)
Seaplanes! Another great way to come over from Vancouver.
We came across these rocks and thought What the--!
Apparently not a natural phenomenon.
One of Nanaimo's colorful past mayors. He liked dressing up as a pirate.
We're at the park now.
Harbor to one of the wee island out there.
But some have their own ride.
Movies in the park.
The seawall keeps-a-going.
People who contributed money towards it.
I like that Squire was known by only one name, like Prince and Madonna. And Aase Plougfelt sounds like the kinds of names Shawn gives his sidekick on Psych.
And some final pics of Ells Bells. They might give you the impression I have a ridiculous love of cats. You'd be quite, quite mistaken, I assure you.
Napping away a rainy afternoon.
In her living room. Bye Elly Belly!