Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Pardon the fuzziness of the first few pictures. It was SUPER humid here yesterday, and the camera lens kept fogging over. Y’all, the humidity these past few days has been killer. Ugh.
George likes to tromp around in the mud at the edges of the pond.
Check out the look o’ love Gracie’s giving George.
::kiss::
Lil rooster on the run.
The wallow gets bigger every single day.
“Go ‘way, lady. We’re wallowing.”
I would sooner go for a swim in the pond (the thought of which makes me shudder) than fall into that wallow. Sometimes they sit in there, and they chew on something they found in the mud, and I don’t EVEN want to know. (Okay, probably they’re just chewing on acorns, but who knows what else they find as they dig?)
“I THINK SHE GOTS COOKIES FOR US!”
The hens like fresh water almost as much as they like tomatoes.
Toasty the rooster supervises the hens.
Having decided I have no more cookies for them, the pigs settle back down in the wallow. (Pigs wallow in mud to keep cool – they have no sweat glands and can’t pant like dogs do. They prefer mud because it protects them from sunburn (and let me note here that they have a perfectly fine wallow that is NOT in full sunlight, which is not to their liking) and insects.)
“I’ll just hang out here in the shade, if it’s all the same to you.”
Squash bug eggs, the bane of the garden. You can squoosh them or scrape them into a bucket of soapy water to get rid of them, but they’ve so taken over the summer squash that it’s about time to pull up the plants and toss them onto the burn pile.
After weeks without rain, we got a few inches last week and the week before, and due to the uneven watering caused by the rain, we’re getting a lot of split tomatoes. Split tomatoes go to the chickens and pigs (but mostly the chickens).
I think it’s funny that we grow bell peppers every year even though I don’t like them, and Fred doesn’t care either way. I need them, though…
.. because the jalapeno jelly I make calls for a few bell peppers as well. Loooove jalapeno jelly (I deseed the jalapenos so that the jelly isn’t the slightest bit hot. I’m a wimp.)
Fred decided to give pumpkin-growing a try, and planted some around the corn. The pumpkins seem pretty intent on taking over the garden.
Apple!
The fruit on our little Meyer Lemon tree (which is potted; when it gets cold, we’ll move it into the garage, upstairs by the window.)
“Nope. Sorry, dude. No room on the platform. Occupancy: one. Me. Not you. Buh-bye.”
Isn’t Dingwall Scotty the most gorgeous little man? That pretty white ruff, the white-rimmed eyes, the tufts of white fur. The total package, this one.
Shaved belleh!
Pretty Brandywine.
I know that when I get a little time to relax, I prefer to spend it among dirty shoes. Seriously, there are two humans who live here – what’s up with all the shoes?
Snackin’ Time for the ‘Maters.
Wellington likes to make sure that no food remnants are left behind.
“Why, I never!”
“Occupancy one, he says? I don’t think so! There’s plenty of room up here for two!”
“I feel a little squooshed, actually.”
“Who asked you?”
The clock is ticking – soon, I’ll leave here with Stompers to hand him over to his new family. I am going to miss that little man an awful lot, but I know he’ll be fine, and I know he’s going to have his new family wrapped around his paw in no time flat. ‘Cause that’s the kind of charmer he is.
“I’m totally going to be the King in my forever home, and you guys have to stay here. Ha ha!”
Stompers and Kennebec discovered the fountain in the laundry room and they thought it was pretty awesome.
“What?”
I tuck the cords up out of the way when I’m not in the room, but the kittens love to play with them so much that I let them do so when I’m around.
He’s moved the focus of his attack from the cords to the bed.
Maybe his nickname should be Chompers! (When we get kittens who are bitey, I always refer to them as Chompers McGee.)
So long, little Stompers. Have a wonderful life. I know you will!
(I’ve still got a zillion Stompers pics, which I’ll be sharing over the next few days, so you haven’t really seen the last of him!)
Smilin’ Joe is a happy, happy boy.
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Previously
2011: Random foster pics.
2010: Meet Martin’s new “sisters.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “I am former Senator Stanley J. Boogerton, and I approve this bed.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.