Sunnyday: on the prowl edition

Happy Easter! Since I still haven't told you much about my Mickey trip, I haven't told you that I developed pneumonia while visiting Mickey. And although I still don't feel great, no lung infection is going to keep me and my PJs and Puddle Boots and my Nemo bucket and shovel from hunting eggs in the current mess that is my backyard.

And hunt them I did. In the weeds. Between the random fence pickets. Under the adirondack chair.
Among the wood chips and rocks. Along the dilapidated garage. In the cinder blocks.
The eggs were no match for me. I found them all!