Yesterday was the vet board meeting in Montgomery. The rule – which would have shut down the spay/ neuter clinics across the state – failed unanimously. Susan, the Challenger’s House shelter manager said that there was a stack of papers two feet high from supporters of the spay/neuter clinics.
THANK YOU to everyone who signed petitions, sent letters, and supported the spay neuter clinics during all of this. Now hopefully the board will cut the nonsense and stop trying to shut down the clinics.
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Mr. Bluebird is still hanging around. He and his wife (Mrs. Bluebird, obv) spend far more time than I’d like landing in the back yard and then flying away from the cats. I’m hoping their luck doesn’t run out.
I call these things wasps, but I don’t know what their fancy, official name is. This one was on the outside of the kitchen window. Just before I grabbed the camera, it was cleaning its antennae. For something that would sting me in the eye if given half a chance, it’s got an awful lot of nerve pulling a cute maneuver like that.
They’d like their scratch, please.
Toasty the rooster keeping an eye on the wimminfolk.
“You haz biskit for Gracie?”
“I’ll take TWO biskits, please.”
That little building there is the pig shed. The pigs were inside it. No matter how I called and told them I had cookies for them, they were NOT budging (also, I was lying. I totally didn’t have any cookies for them. I’m sure they sensed that I was just trying to lure them out to take their picture). Not a single pig was heard from. As I stood and pondered whether to go into the pig yard (I did not; each pig outweighs me by a good 50 pounds at least), these little roosters came out, looking guilty.
Then came some more. Look, I don’t KNOW what’s going on in there, but I’m suspecting those pigs are running drugs or prostitution out of that shed.
“WHAT?! He told ME he was playing a quick game of golf with the boys!”
Toasty disapproves of the shenanigans going on in the pig shed.
Last month, a couple of volunteer squash plants popped up near the okra. Fred left them, to see if we’d get anything. It looks like we very well might end up with a few more pattypans before the cold weather hits!
The tomato plants are hanging in there, still producing. Not a lot, but enough for snacks and salads.
Tomato blossoms.
Volunteer tomato plants among the garlic chives.
Magoo, giving me the Love Eyes.
She cracks me up when something catches her attention, and she glares at it.
When they were fixed last week, the boys all came home with small shaved patches on their tummies – they give them small tattoos to indicate that they’ve been fixed. This is Petey – I love that even in the shaved area, his spots and stripes are still present.
“I gots a shaved spot too, y’know.” I know, Percy.
Tiring work being that cute, ain’t it?
Polly on the scratcher, keeping an eye on me.
Jobey Joe the tuxie-do says “How YOU doin’, yo?”
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Previously
2011: BUGS Tuesday.
2010: (And yes, we DO call them “Busta Rhyme”!)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: The little black Momma kitty we first saw a month or so ago was back, this time with a friend.
2005: When does this get easier, again?