Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Tomatoes. Love ’em! ‘Cause I know you’re curious, what tomatoes we don’t eat (and we eat a lot of tomatoes, believe me!), I slow-roast in the oven then run through the food mill, and end up with the best tomato sauce ever. The only down side is that it takes a LOT of tomatoes to make one quart of tomato sauce. I’m thinking I should have planted a second row of tomatoes.
The squash are still coming in, slowly. I don’t think we’ll be getting them for too much longer, but we’re still able to have squash as a side dish a couple of meals a week. Also, Fred takes roasted squash to have with his lunch most days.
::thlurp::
Come on, Gracie!
Silly Gracie girl.
I continue to think that the female ducks are 1,000 times prettier than the males.
Oh, did you dump out your water AGAIN? And I see now that your water dish is floating in your wallow. Brats.
Cooooooooooookieeeeeeeee.
Ducks in the pond. Yeah, the water’s still super green. If fish were dying, it’d be easier to convince Fred that we need an aerator. As it is, the fish are thriving and have gotten pretty big. Last weekend he went out and caught one of them just to see how long it would take (took about 5 seconds)(he released it).
The ducks are enjoying the water. I, on the other hand, am having nightmares at the idea of swimming in that water.
Happy ducks.
“Okay, you got your pictures, lady. Now vamoose.”
“Is time for another cookie?” (Every time the pigs see me, they think there should be cookies going in their mouths.)
I love chicks at this stage, the little puff of a tail is utterly adorable.
Fred was trying to pet them; they thought he had a cookie. When he touched the pink pig and the pigs realized there were no cookies, they barked (pigs bark when startled) and they raced off.
Pretty rooster.
Places to go! Bugs to eat!
They’re such busy little things.
Keeping an eye on me.
Happy pup (pigs in the background, through the fence.)
She’s a rock stah.
Caspian, thinking about putting on his Stranger Danger floof, even though there was neither a stranger nor any danger in the room at the time.
“Come down here, feather teaser. I’m going to GET you.”
Waiting patiently.
Dingwall Scotty is turning out to be a real snugglebug.
Sungold and Caspian still eyeing that feather teaser.
“You can’t see me.”
“GOT IT!”
“No you didn’t.”
“Shaddup.”
Dingwall Scotty’s the quiet observer of the bunch.
Getting the back of You Annoy Me, Lady from Mr. Stripey.
Lately, the Taters have started spending more time in the computer room with us (this is fun, except when they sit on my scanner/printer/copier and make copies of nothing).
“Hey, a cord!”
“I’m going to wrap myself in this cord and see what happens!”
“That sounds like fun!” (‘Til I moved the cord where they couldn’t reach it.)
Fianna loves to lay on this small cat tree in the front room and look out the window and dream of a place where bratty brothers don’t bite her on the behind.
Joe Bob and the Eyes of Lurve.
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Previously
2011: Cori don’t care ’bout no spayin’ nonsense.
2010: Hello, feral kitten. (Except, he wasn’t. And we eventually named him Martin.)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Maryanne has a hissy fit. Tommy does not care.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.