On Saturday, we were out the door at 7:10 am for our trip to the beach. Verily, a beach exists in central Illinois with sand (imported?), waves (from passing boats), and warm water (thanks to the nuclear power plant that uses Clinton Lake for cooling water).
When her toys are stolen, Janny runs in a small circle while waving her arms and yelling/screaming. It's rather amusing, especially when we're outside and the noise dissipates.
Finally, I kicked a baby bird on our walk to dinner tonight. It then rolled a few times and squawked, which is what got my attention. I didn't kick it a second time or let Janny pet it.