The wind had blown Orange and Bluey out of the tree in the park where I'd left them. They'd fallen into long grass, which had protected them from the rain.
I gave fragile Orange to Emmler, and together we found a crevice for Bluey to guard over the alley. Here E is, gorilla-glueing Bluey in place.
The alleys around the store are filthy, smelly, and macro- and microscopically potentially harmful--you sure wouldn't want to walk barefoot through them, for instance. The Alley Protectors have a lot to do.
That's a bit of rosary Bluey is holding, for added apotropaic power:
That's a bit of rosary Bluey is holding, for added apotropaic power:
Huh, I never posted my second Alley Protector--Kali Bear & Baby. Below, girlettes blessing them to go out. Mama Bear's left eye is a doll eye that really blinks. (Bear was an old, flocked plaster coin bank and was missing an eye.)
Me, having glued Bear & Baby on pole looking over the alley behind the store a couple weeks ago:
Meanwhile, inside on the Toy Bridge:
