Sights from around Crooked Acres
(from last week, when it snowed)
Dennis was 100% not loving that wet cold stuff.
“Why you make it snow, lady? Don’t you know we in the south?”
Front yard, looking toward the road.
Luckily I’d filled the bird feeders recently.
I love Cardinals.
The area between the back yard and the back forty. That red building is the garden shed.
The ditch will be full of water ’til about mid-summer.
Chicken coop. You can see George moseying out from under the protective covering. He and Gracie spent a lot of time frolicking in the snow when it was actually coming down, but once it was done, they were done, too. I think Gracie was in the coop.
The chickens were staying either in the coop or under the coop (where it stays dry.)
Some of them came down briefly, when I tossed some scratch for them.
Standing next to the coop, looking toward the pond.
The ducks on the pond. They have a nice warm straw-filled duck house, but preferred the water.
George, coming to snoopervise.
Boy, that bright white snow sure makes George look dingy.
Straw in his furs from his naps in the coop.
When the sun is shining, we open the big door at the end of the coop so the chickens can line up and enjoy the warmth (it helps to air out the coop, too.)
The ducks followed me back from the pond, thinking I might have something good for them.
The back yard.
One day a few months ago, Fred stepped onto the front porch to refill the cat food bowl there. A possum was actually at the food bowl, and when he saw Fred come out, he scampered over to hide. In Maxi’s heated cat house.
I know it looks like I was super close here, but I was actually several feet away.
I snapped a few pictures and then we left him alone.
If you look closely, you can see a row of tiny teef peeking through.
Paws up, y’all! ALL OF THEM.
She is such a little muffin.
Peter has conquered Foot Mountain.
Paul is confused and concerned about the fact that I didn’t paint the bottom of that shelf because “no one will see it!” Joke’s on me.
That scratcher bowl – it’s a Petstages Snuggle Scratch and Rest – has taken a serious beating with this litter of kittens. They’ve started peeling the outer layers off on the other side. I imagine one day I’ll walk in and find it in pieces scattered all over the room.
Oh, that FACE. Is it any wonder I spend all my time squeezing and kissing these kittens?
All three, on the cat tree.
Paul swung for the phone and missed.
Put your tongue back in your mouth, son, it’s gonna dry out!
Previously 2014: ONE DAY I’ll get a picture of a cat snuggling with Molly. (Or not!) 2013: “Um, still baking, lady. NONE of us want underdone kittens!” 2012: Nursing babies. OH SO SWEET. 2011: “Hallo, you has snack for me?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.