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Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Especially this one. You can see that her feathers are coming back in. (Molting, FYI, is a process the hens go through once a year where they shed their old feathers and grow new ones. They generally stop laying while molting, and between that and the shorter days, we’re lucky to get an egg a day right now.)
Volunteer squash in the garden. We actually picked this one and ate it. It was kind of tough – I don’t think Summer squash really likes the coolness of Fall. After I got that picture, it turned cold at night and the squash plants died.
And I REALLY can’t believe he put up with this. Usually kittens get the hiss and smack from Sugarbutt if they so much as think about trying to snuggle with him. Maybe he thought Tommy suddenly lost a lot of weight. (Stinkerbelle will occasionally think that a black kitten is Tommy, and she’ll rush down to get some Tommy love, only to be disappointed (and angry) when she realizes she was suckered in by an impostor foster.)
2011: “Dude. Your toenails are UP MY NOSE!”
2010: Then one evening, the cats got together and had a newspaper-shredding party.
2009: At one point, I had six or seven cats gathered around me, watching in fascination as the plastic dragonfly flapped and flapped.
2008: No entry.
2007: Talk about your come-hither look!
2006: Y’all just shut UP. We do NOT have eight cats.
2005: “What can I do to convince you to adopt Sugarbutt?”