I should never be surprised with the life Lincoln leads; however, I just can't help myself! I was weeding in the front yard this morning. I decided to check on the kids, since they were playing out back. Well, well, well. Where's Lincoln? I'm walking and I hear a faint call (from some lofty height). Is it an angel? A talking bird, perhaps? No.
It's Lincoln...on the roof of our shop!
How did he do that (you may be asking)? Well, he climbed on top of our motor home, which sits on the backside of our shop, and then hoisted himself onto the roof. I couldn't help but take a picture, praying that he wouldn't fall to his death. I was too surprised to be angry, it was almost comical. I was flabergasted. No wonder Lincoln's favorite animals at the zoo were the monkeys- he's part monkey!
Just another moment in the Lincoln saga.
There's more to come; of that, I am sure.