(A few) Sights from around Crooked Acres.
We’ve reached the part of the year where I tend to sit inside by my space heater and snap pictures of the wildlife out the window. Mr. Squirrel is not impressed.
Mr. Bluejay has no opinion on the matter (he sure is pretty, isn’t he?)
As long as I keep the bird seed coming, Mr. (Ms.?) Nuthatch doesn’t care WHERE I spend my time.
Tufted Titmouse – I think they’re so purty.
It’s kind of amazing, how many squirrels we have around here. You’d think Maxi and Newt would keep the squirrel population down, but not so much.
I know they’re rodents and obnoxious and all that, but I sure would like to have a pet squirrel (not seriously – but wouldn’t it be cool?)
I’ve been meaning to put together a drawn map/ layout of Crooked Acres, because I know it’s kind of hard to tell what’s where. And then Fred showed me the house on Google Earth, and I grabbed a screenshot and labelled everything, and… here you go!
That blacked-out spot on the lower right corner is our next door neighbor’s house and property. That was part of the property that went with our house originally, back when the house was first built. But the people who owned the house before us carved out a half-acre spot and put a house on it for her father. When they put that house (and the half acre) up for sale, we talked about buying it, but it was really too much money to spend. (Not that I have any complaints about the neighbors – we got lucky and got good neighbors, but it would have been nice to have a little more room near the house.
The tree lines pretty much mark our property line on all three sides (and the road in front of the house marks the fourth side, of course.) Our whole property is about four and a half acres.
The Weeds girls like to sit outside the upstairs foster room door (where the ‘Maters and Kohle are staying) and stick their paws underneath the door. They especially like to do this when I’m in the room. One day Thistle was especially pesky, sticking her paws under the door repeatedly and chirping, and I decided to let her in.
She wasn’t sure what was going on in there, but she didn’t expect THIS. She glared at Kohle.
She glared at Sungold.
Sungold followed her to the top of the small cat tree, and she said “::HISS::”
She and Sungold regarded each other for a moment.
Thistle said, “Did I not make myself clear?”
“I SAID ::HISS:: to you, good Sir!”
Thistle settled down on the big cat tree. Sungold sniffed her paws, and she sniffed his forehead.
And Thistle said “I didn’t know you were hiding big stinky BOYs in here.”
“I thought you were hiding something FUN.”
And then she asked to leave the room, and I let her.
(She was back, sticking her paws under the door, less than five minutes later.)
I’ve let Purslane and Dandelion into the room at different times, and pretty much the only thing that happens is that the boys follow the Weed around and tries to sniff her behind. Whichever girl it is gets annoyed and wants to leave the room pretty quickly.
Sweet Jobey-Joe (the tuxie-do. Sure does love his Daddy, yo.)
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Previously
2011: The Many Faces of Chuckles.
2010: It was horrifying, yet so fascinating that I couldn’t look away.
2009: Sometimes I call him “Brick Brickman” – that’s the name he’ll use when he grows up to be a news anchor.
2008: No entry.
2007: TOO MANY CATS UP IN THIS HOUSE.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.