I had rotator cuff surgery on November 4th, and have pre-written and scheduled entries that will auto-post while I’m recovering.
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Cletus van Damme was adopted Tuesday night! Probably not everyone remembers him – he showed up here at the end of August. He was instantly friendly, which is rare because they usually require a few weeks (even months) of wooing before they decide we’re okay. We asked around, and none of the neighbors knew who he was, so he went off to the vet for testing and neutering. He waited out the time for his last round of shots at the shelter (since we were inundated with bottle babies at the time), and then went off to Petsmart.
It took a while, but finally his people came along! Yay, Cletus!
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Today, I’m sharing a VERY few pictures from around Crooked Acres. I meant to go out and take pictures of George and the chickens and ducks, but it decided to rain for 40 days and 40 nights, and who wants to go out and slog around in the mud? Not me! I promise that I’ll get decent pictures when I’m recovered enough to do so. I know you love seeing George’s sweet face!
This possum got into the back yard, and then when he wanted out, he climbed to the top of this fence post, and was stuck. Fred spotted him, and went out and took down the fencing, but the possum just froze there. Fred kept going out and getting far too close to the possum, and even touched his tail once or twice. The possum was there when I went to bed at 10, but at some point overnight he figured out how to get down.
(I feel comfortable in sharing with y’all the tale of Fred touching the possum’s tail, because we all know he’s a grown adult and you won’t lecture me about “letting” him do that, and won’t tell me that I should have stopped him. Because he’s a grown man, and I’m not his mother; which is a moot point, because his mother also knows that he’s a grown man. I mean, I did pipe up with the “Don’t do that!”, but what am I gonna do, tackle him? This reminds me that I need to post about the time Fred was bitten by a squirrel. Plan to see that next week sometime.)
One of the few pictures I took of the garden this summer. It looked great, and then it didn’t. I slacked terribly on the gardening this year.
Nevermind that there’s actually a feeder hanging from the tree especially for the squirrels. You do you, Mama Squirrel.
Squirrels must have the most awesome abs in all the animal kingdom.
Hydrangea. Pretty!
There are no spider or bug pictures; I really spent very little time outside this summer. And to my disappointment, we did NOT have a Dolores this year. Bummer!
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Archie, rolling around in the garden. Rough life, Arch.
He knows it.
Silly boy.
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Previously
2014: The Grocers.
2013: Mama love.
2012: The first time I opened the door after I put the boys in there, Purslane went stomping into the room, all “WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”
2011: No entry.
2010: And now someone’s saying “Why’s she talking about FARMING? We’re here to see the kitties!”
2009: Sneaky little brat.
2008: No entry.
2007: She walked partway out the door, and then paused there LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.