Sights from around Crooked Acres.
We have new pigs. The guy we’ve always gotten pigs from, Egg the pig man, had a stroke last Fall. He’s doing okay, but he’s out of the pig-breeding business. Luckily, Fred found someone about half an hour from us who had small pigs for sale, so we went and got a couple. They’re both boys.
They did NOT want to come out of that carrier. “Nope, we’re good.”
Fred had to dump them out. “No, SERIOUSLY, this carrier is just fine!”
“Hmm, okay. This place has possibilities. There’s grass here!”
“Grass, you say?”
“This is… ALL ours?!”
The pink pig is Rascal, the black one is Oreo. Not that we’ll ever call them anything other than “The pink pig” and “The black pig”, but at least they have names this time around.
Seeing the chickens through the fence made them a bit nervous.
George and Gracie were like “Great. More obnoxious little animals.” (The way the back forty is fenced, the dogs can’t get into the pig yard and the pigs can’t get into the back forty. The presence of the dogs scares off any predators who might be interested in the little pigs.)
Still stained with red clay from where they were living before.
“You think she’s got snacks for us? I think she does.”
“Give us cookies, lady.”
It took them about 24 hours to realize that when people are around, chances are good that there’s going to be some sort of treat coming their way. So now they’ve taken to tracking us and then standing there and looking sad and starving.
“We starve.”
“Let’s go stand by the trough and see if food appears!”
And here they are in video form. You can hear ’em grunting at me and at each other.
“YOU HAZ SNACK FOR US?!”
“WE KNOW YOU HAZ SNACK FOR US, HAND IT OVER!”
A little pond water to wash down the snack with…
Gracie’s the queen of Dirt Mountain.
We were walking around the pond yesterday morning, and a frog squawked indignantly and jumped into the pond. Gracie went after it, but it was too fast for her, and she gave me this look as though somehow it was MY fault.
Ducks on the pond! DUCKS ON THE POND! And I didn’t even have to chase them out there!
Fred went out to the pond last night to see if he could see any catfish flitting around. It was just getting dark, and as he reported back to me, he found that the ducks were living THEIR SECRET SECOND LIFE. They were paddling around in the pond like crazy, happy as could be. I wonder if they’ve been spending their evenings out there all along!
Blue Jay, giving me the attitude.
Fred spotted this spider web when he was out mowing.
Don’t know where the spider was, though.
This flower (looks like a Pansy/ Johnny Jump Up to me) is growing in our front step, same place where one grew last year. I’m going to leave it alone again this year and we’ll see how long it sticks around.
I think I’ve mentioned that I put a game camera on the front porch last month. We have a big plastic bin out there, with a lid that latches closed on top where we keep cat food. Almost every night, something was pulling it over and opening it after the food bowl had been emptied (or mostly emptied). I figured it had to be a raccoon, because cats and possums weren’t going to be able to get the latch open. I was right – as you’ll see – but we saw a few other surprises, too.
First, the surprise guests of a feline nature (well, Maxi wasn’t a surprise, but I thought I’d stick that on the end because it made me laugh):
Then, the raccoons (I expected there to be one – I didn’t expect two!) :
And last, this raccoon was eating at the food bowl, and something went hopping by. I do not have a clue what it was. It hopped like a frog, but I think it was some sort of bug. It’s impossible to tell in the video, though.
There are no Noms videos today, but that’s just because I need to edit them down. I’ve got one for tomorrow that will knock your socks off with the cute. Also, I’ll probably post more over the weekend because I took a LOT of video of them. It’s hard not to, they’re so cute!
The Noms appear to all be using the litterbox fairly regularly (of course, I’m not in there all the time, but I’ve seen each of them use the litter box at least once), and finally yesterday I found a little kitten-sized perfectly formed poo in one of the litter boxes, so yay!
They’re still not interested in food (except for the times when they gather around the litter box and chow down on litter like it’s the best stuff EVER, which just drives me nuts, but is completely normal), though it’s possible that they’ve tried the kibble I leave out and I don’t know about it. I have yet to see them show any interest in the kibble or in the plate of canned food I bring Emmy four times a day, but I suspect that their time is coming.
Newbery, waiting for my hand to get close enough to his mouth so he can bite me. Brat.
I’m not positive, but I think she was washing her face.
Logie shows off her stripes.
Emmy likes to make sure the babies stay clean.
Logie’s face, in the center-left of the picture cracks me up.
“Wah! I’m da bebbe!”
“Wah! You woke me up!”
The sleeping family.
“Hey, guys! Wake up! It’s bath time!”
“Oh, I forgot! I’m supposed to be pretending to be asleep.”
::Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz::
This picture cracks me up because she looks like a toothless old lady.
Such a pretty girl.
Joe Bob shows off his scratcher. Perhaps you’ve seen it?
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Previously
2011: UNDER ATTACK FROM THE KITTEH LUVAHS maybe.
2010: Maura and the Bookworms.
2009: The Seven.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Behind you! A serialkillerstalker!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.