Sights from around Crooked Acres.
The honeysuckle is blooming, and it smells amaaaaaaaazing. I know that it’s invasive and we’re supposed to loathe it, but I can’t get enough of this stuff. Go ahead, honeysuckle! Cover the entire property, no one’s gonna stop you! Between that and the privet (I need to get a picture of the privet), the back forty smells better than it should, considering all the chicken and pig poop out there.
Every morning when I go out to the back forty to feed the catfish, the girl ducks are in the maternity yard and the boy ducks are outside the fence to the maternity yard, waiting for them. I think I’ve mentioned that the girl ducks can get into the maternity yard but SUPPOSEDLY cannot get out. I still think they’re just taking a break from the amorous advances of the boy ducks.
~~WARNING~~~WARNING~~FROG PICTURE AHEAD~~~ELAYNE YOU BETTER SKIP THIS ONE, YOU FROG HATER~~~~
I love it so very much when I see a frog in the water just hanging out and looking around. I need to take the camera out in the evening (with the longer lens) because we almost always see one frog hanging out in the middle of the pond and another near the shore, eyeballing us. They are seriously cute.
~~FROG PICTURE IS PAST; THERE WILL BE NO MORE FROG PICTURES IN THIS ENTRY~~~~
So, you know about the camera I put on the front porch from time to time, right? And how I found out that the reason the food container was being turned over is because I wasn’t being diligent about filling the food bowl, and the raccoons were emptying the food bowl and then turning over the food storage container and getting more food from there? You remember? (Just pretend you do!)
Well, one day (when I hadn’t been using the front porch cam for a while), I walked out to see a half-filled food bowl… and the food storage container turned over. I was all “What is THIS about? They HAD food!”, and set up the camera to see what was what.
Apparently one of the raccoons is a bit of a bullying, non-sharing jackass. Note how he was circling the bowl to keep the other one away. JERK. BULLY.
So I was all, well okay. I’ll just put a SECOND food bowl out there, and they’ll each get their own bowl, right? Yeah, well. Check out the traffic we got in just one night (Papa Peppers – the big black feral tomcat – also made a visit, but I accidentally deleted that clip, and I have 7,000+ things in my recycle bin, so guess who’s not going to go look for it? You’ll just have to imagine him in there.)
This does not, by the way, include every animal who came to the porch – Maxi and Newt were in there, for one, and I think there were several different possum visits. Maybe one day I’ll find the patience to go through all the clips and stitch them together.
Okay, I’d like to know which of you is secretly communicating with the Noms. Last week I said that I’d only seen Razzie eating kibble, and the VERY NEXT DAY Newbery bellied up to the kibble bowl. This week, I said that Darwin was the only Nom I hadn’t seen eat anything other than litter or EmmyMilk, and later that same day she marched right over to the bowl of kibble and ate a ton of it. They’re making a liar out of me!
(But I was glad to FINALLY see Darwin eating real food and not LITTER. Hopefully she’s past the litter-eating nonsense.)
Newbery was on top of the cat tree, and instead of jumping down onto the platform (that would be CRAZY), he slipped down into the covered part. I thought he was going to fall, but nope – he made it just fine!
2011: Fergus Simon and the belly rub.
2010: Rhyme and Reacher discover that the best toy on earth is always juuuuust out of reach.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I think everyone has the occasional Strange Odor issue.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.