Sights from around a snowy Crooked Acres
Joe Bob looks reallllly happy to be out in the snow, doesn’t he? I’m pretty sure he holds me personally responsible for all this cold wet stuff.
“Are you kidding? We’re not coming out there!”
They can always be lured out with food, at least for as long as it takes them to eat it.
“I’m frolicking! I’M FROLICKING!”
“I frolicked. Gimme snack!”
Gracie makes like a polar bear. (I feel like I read somewhere that polar bears stick their nose under the snow so they’re not as visible. Did I make that up?)
Catching snowflakes.
More frolicking.
“Seriously? You came out here and didn’t bring us snacks?”
Smilin’ pig forgives the lack of snacks. THIS time.
From the back forty, looking toward the house (click on it to go to Flickr; I noted all the outbuildings so you can tell what you’re looking at.)
“OMG! New Dean Koontz? Quick, someone learn me to read!”
Pile o’ sleepin’ Bradys.
Does Peter Brady look like a blissful little monkey, or what?
Cindy’s all “Mo-om! Greg won’t wake up and play with me!”
Here’s what’s going on here: Greg’s still flopped over the side of the cat bed, sound asleep. Peter’s trying to get away from Jake, who isn’t done grooming him. Alice is sound asleep, Cindy and Marcia (behind Reacher) are just watching the goings-in, and Jan’s sniffing out the situation.
Today’s videos don’t involve cats! The first is a short videos of the possum who comes to our side porch to eat every evening. Warning, if you’re watching this with a kid or are easily offended: I thought Mr. Possum was going to come into the house, so there’s a mild expletive toward the end (if you watch it with the sound off, you’re not missing anything):
And the second is from last Fall. Our Silkie hen had hatched out several chicks, and at the same time another hen had hatched out several chicks. These two hens apparently agreed to co-mother, but as it turned out the Silkie ended up doing most of the mothering. (Silkies are really good mothers. They might be tiny, but they’re FIERCE.) In this video, the Silkie is calling to her chicks. I love it when they make that “come to me” sound.
“Hey, Mom? Someone put this white stuff on the table? And it wasn’t me? Can you do something about that?” (This picture is from the day after Christmas.)
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Previously
2010: “There’s a WHOLE ‘NOTHER bed here all of a sudden! And not only is it purty…. it’s SOFT!”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Love everything about today’s post. Don’t worry…I say the S word occassionally, too. Ok, probably more than occassionally.
Oh, and can I have George and Gracie?
Only if you have a flock for them to watch over. 🙂
Yeh, as if you’d give them up even then, Robyn! 😉
World Class cuteness ?,check.
World class frolicking?, check.
Good news about kittys? check.
happy reader? absolutley!
Thanks to all at Crooked Acres!!
Thanks, diddleymaz, I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
For some reason, I can’t stop playing the Silkie mom video and laughing out loud each time. And the other audio/visuals are great, too!
She looks like a Muppet, doesn’t she? We call her our angry muppet, because she doesn’t put up with anything from anyone. 🙂
lol! Perfect!
Love today’s photos. I actually would like to be out in the snow frolicking as Gracie is doing. I think about an hour would be enough. Love the photo of Peter. He is the epitomy (sp?) of bliss!
“Quick, someone learn me to read!” absolute classic, laughed aloud and made the boss wonder what i am looking at. Bad Robyn!
And I love how George and Gracie humour you and then demand a snack. SNACK! Smilin’ pig – RUN!!! You know why.
Please send cold, icy stuff our way, I hate humidity and so far it’s been hovering around 80%! if I wanted tropical weather i’d move to Queensland! Not that you’d wnat to be anywehre up there these days, either…
BTW – have George and Gracie and the cats (any of them) ever met up? Was it funny or were emergency evacuation procedures put in to action?
Have a great weekend everyone!
Peter and Jake…freaking hilarious.