Crooked Acres Wednesday
Ducks on the pond. Remember way back when we first got the ducks and they refused to go out to the pond?
That male duck’s always got somethin’ to say.
Pretty girl.
Not bad for a picture shot through a dirty window, huh?
Okay, I’ve got a few creepy-crawly pictures (spiders, cicada), so click here if you want to skip them. And then I’ll put a little space so you don’t accidentally see them.
A
little
space
for
the
anti-
creepy-
crawly
contingent
Is
that
enough?
Maybe
a
little
more.
Okay.
That
should
do
it.
Guess what? Spider butt! We didn’t have a Dolores this year, but (butt!) this spider took refuge in a windchime on the front porch for a couple of days before she moved on.
Cicada and its discarded shell, hanging out on the side of the chimney (outside). We had a lot of cicadas in the house this summer, because Dewey is an expert cicada catcher.
Spiny Orb Weaver. I think these things are SO cool.
Up close.
This toad (toad? frog? I don’t know which) was napping on the fence one afternoon.
His eyes are SO cool. He snoozed for a while and then headed on his way.
Okay, that’s it for the creepy-crawlies.
Now we need to make space.
Lest
someone
catch
sight
of
a
spider
or
a
toad
or
a
cicada
and
or
whatnot.
I
hate
it
when
I
inadvertently
catch
sight
of
a
whatnot,
personally.
Okay! Now on to the chickens?
Hen doin’ her thing.
Cruella. Not doing too badly for a 9 year old chicken, eh?
Harold, taking flight from the pond. (Look a little to the left of center to see him.)
Rooster, keeping an eye on the wimminfolk.
Cruella, a bit closer.
“Lady, you go ‘way.”
Nearby cotton field.
Our Meyer Lemon tree is going to give us about 20 lemons this year!
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“HUMAN. What are you DOING outside? You know it’s not safe out here! Go back inside before I ticket you!” Sheriff Mama (Kara) isn’t foolin’ around.
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Previously
2016: Iva says “C’mere, lady. I been savin’ a knuckle sammich for you.”
2015: No entry.
2014: “I note that she laffed and laffed while she was saying how sorry she was, so I am skeptical of her sorrow.”
2013: “Walk away, lady. You don’t see nothin’.”
2012: And then Fred showed me the house on Google Earth, and I grabbed a screenshot and labelled everything, and… here you go!
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.