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Sights from around Crooked Acres.

Tomatoes. Love ’em! ‘Cause I know you’re curious, what tomatoes we don’t eat (and we eat a lot of tomatoes, believe me!), I slow-roast in the oven then run through the food mill, and end up with the best tomato sauce ever. The only down side is that it takes a LOT of tomatoes to make one quart of tomato sauce. I’m thinking I should have planted a second row of tomatoes.

The squash are still coming in, slowly. I don’t think we’ll be getting them for too much longer, but we’re still able to have squash as a side dish a couple of meals a week. Also, Fred takes roasted squash to have with his lunch most days.


Come on, Gracie!

Silly Gracie girl.

I continue to think that the female ducks are 1,000 times prettier than the males.

Oh, did Β you dump out your water AGAIN? And I see now that your water dish is floating in your wallow. Brats.


Ducks in the pond. Yeah, the water’s still super green. If fish were dying, it’d be easier to convince Fred that we need an aerator. As it is, the fish are thriving and have gotten pretty big. Last weekend he went out and caught one of them just to see how long it would take (took about 5 seconds)(he released it).

The ducks are enjoying the water. I, on the other hand, am having nightmares at the idea of swimming in that water.

Happy ducks.

“Okay, you got your pictures, lady. Now vamoose.”

“Is time for another cookie?” (Every time the pigs see me, they think there should be cookies going in their mouths.)

I love chicks at this stage, the little puff of a tail is utterly adorable.

Fred was trying to pet them; they thought he had a cookie. When he touched the pink pig and the pigs realized there were no cookies, they barked (pigs bark when startled) and they raced off.

Pretty rooster.

Places to go! Bugs to eat!

They’re such busy little things.

Keeping an eye on me.

Happy pup (pigs in the background, through the fence.)

She’s a rock stah.

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Caspian, thinking about putting on his Stranger Danger floof, even though there was neither a stranger nor any danger in the room at the time.

“Come down here, feather teaser. I’m going to GET you.”

Waiting patiently.

Dingwall Scotty is turning out to be a real snugglebug.

Sungold and Caspian still eyeing that feather teaser.

“You can’t see me.”

“No you didn’t.”

Dingwall Scotty’s the quiet observer of the bunch.

Getting the back of You Annoy Me, Lady from Mr. Stripey.

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Lately, the Taters have started spending more time in the computer room with us (this is fun, except when they sit on my scanner/printer/copier and make copies of nothing).

“Hey, a cord!”

“I’m going to wrap myself in this cord and see what happens!”
“That sounds like fun!” (‘Til I moved the cord where they couldn’t reach it.)

Fianna loves to lay on this small cat tree in the front room and look out the window and dream of a place where bratty brothers don’t bite her on the behind.

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Joe Bob and the Eyes of Lurve.


2011: Cori don’t care ’bout no spayin’ nonsense.
2010: Hello, feral kitten. (Except, he wasn’t. And we eventually named him Martin.)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Maryanne has a hissy fit. Tommy does not care.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.



7-19-12 — 38 Comments

  1. I want a veggie garden soooooo bad!

    Joe Bob is just beautiful!!! Thank you for all the pictures!!!

  2. its a kitten creche not a home office πŸ™‚
    loving your crop of veggies, we had ….2 lots of radishes!!!!
    ….and have provided pidgeons and slugs with a handy feeding place.
    Of course girl ducks are prettier, duh! there GIRLS.
    Boy Ducks are handsome.
    Joe Bob loks like my dear departed Lwyd in that pic (who despite nuetering at 6 months)used to get “ahem” excited with my arm or leg before napp time.Anyone else ever have a cat who did that, dogs yes but a cat, I thought it was hilarious unless he got too bitey.

    • I just lost a significant amount of time to that website. I anticipate losing more time to discovering which cat (if any) would cooperate in such an enterprise πŸ˜‰

  3. How can it be that no further adoptions of your hand-raised kitties have occurred? Not even Captain Floof and Norland?????!!! I mention them not because the other kittens you have at Petsmart are any less adorable, but usually those orange kittens get scooped up fast! Wish you could mail them all up North where people might snatch them up like the KITTEN GOLD they are.

    • I went back and looked because of your comment, and you’re right: that is pawsitively lethal!

      • Now I have Tom Jones crooning in my head. “She’s a lady…” followed up by “What’s New, Pussycat?” which just gave me an image of Tom Jones serenading your kitties, at which point I was forced to giggle. πŸ™‚

  4. Well, it could be worse. Instead of making copies of nothing, they could be sitting on the glass and making copies of their little floofy butts!

  5. I said Caspian was my favorite, but now I think Dingwall Scotty is. What a loverboy. And those Joe Bob eyes of lurve, such a charmer!

    I don’t know why you don’t like the tank water. It’s such a pretty shade of green!

    Teenaged chickens! Look at those long legs. And yes, Rock Star is beautiful.

  6. In the second picture of the kittens in the computer room it looks like the orange kitten (I can’t tell them apart as I am a bad blog reader) is riding the tabby girl. It is pretty funny pic. There was a momma kitty at Petsmart last weekend who looked just like Joe Bob. I even called her that. She did not seem impressed with the name. Oh by the way – Rain in Indy yesterday. Just a little. But rain none the less!

    • That’s Stompers – and yes, he does look like he’s riding her, ha! I hadn’t noticed that. πŸ™‚

    • Hahaha! I noticed that right away, too. Got a good laugh out of it, then came to the comments to make sure I wasn’t too crazy!

  7. Obviously, Fred needs to do a story about that pond! I would certainly have bad dreams about it!

    Have to brag again! My mom’s other cat, Molly, is today’s Freekibblekat What Makes You Happy cat! She’s a beauty and she knows it!

  8. my niece would love being there with those tomatoes. my parents plant cherry tomatoes in planters on their back deck….and they rarely make it in the house as the kid walks around picking them and popping them like candy. πŸ™‚

    Oh – and copier story. There was a big orange tabby that liked to hang in the lobby of the shelter where I volunteer. Loved the copier cause it was warm. One day they hear it start to copy – except no one was out there but Max. Seems he walked across the keys and set it to 99 copies (blank of course) and was snoozing on top to the sounds. They stopped him at about 5 copies (and learned to turn off the copier when no one was around). MOL

    • When my husband and I were dating, I use to send him faxes from my work (he worked from home), and it would say, “For Natty” on it. She loved to attack the paper as it came out of the fax machine! It would make me smile, everytime, knowing I gave her a thrill!

      • I love this! It’s even cuter than calling to leave an answering machine message for your kitty (which I have done… way back in the distant past before there was such a thing as voicemail!)

    • That looks so good!

      And actually, we don’t have a mosquito issue at all. I mean, never say never – maybe now that we’ve started getting rain again, the mosquitoes will show up – but I would have expected that if there was going to be a problem with them, that the pond would have provided a place for them to start.

  9. Normally I love seeing pictures of cats, but the pictures of Gracie are so lovely. She seems to be always smiling!
    Thanks to make my day better!

  10. I always thingk Fianna’s dreaming of a mattress without a pea underneath it, the little princess.

    • Not known for their picky appetite or shy and retiring ways, you mean? I suppose you’re right! πŸ™‚

  11. You just know they’re pressing that printer button on purpose.. “Quick, do it now, she’s not looking!” “Ok… no, you do it!” *press* “RUN!! Bwhahahahaha!” I hate to point out the obvious.. but is there perhaps an off button? πŸ™‚ That would freak them out, no? “I’m pressing and pressing the magic button and nothing’s happening!”
    Oh my gosh, there’s a picture of those doggies not looking perfectly white! How’d that get in there??
    Joe Bobby! My boy! Wuv him!!

    • There IS an off button – but they climb over it to sit on top of the scanner, which hits it again and turns it on. They’re either very lucky little monsters, or smarter than I give them credit for! πŸ™‚

    • Andrea-I am hitting the like button for this post and nothing is happening. Why is that? Did you hit the off button? lol

  12. I worked at a tropical fish and pond store for a few years. Don’t worry about the green water at all. Those single celled algae are chewing up the fish waste and oxygenating the water! Fish love green water, it’s just people that don’t like it.

    • Thanks, Jean, I’m glad to hear that! I’ve been worrying that the fish would smother or something, so I’m glad to hear they’ll be okay! πŸ™‚

  13. I do love the rich jewel tones of the mallards’ necks, but I agree with you that overall, the females with their lovely intricate tracings of browns are the prettier of the two – and their little splash of wing color is just enough to get the best of both worlds. It’s like wearing a neutral-colored dress with one big colorful piece of bling to stand out. I think sparrows and finches are the prettiest birds of all – the browns and greys are prettier in my eyes than all the reds/oranges/yellows of all the parrots and canaries and toucans everywhere. (Peacocks put up a good fight, because of the blue and green in their tailfeathers, but they lose out for being too gaudy overall.)

    So far this week my cats have unplugged my printer cable, the monitor connection thing (it’s hooked up to the laptop so I can’t screw it in to tighten it), and the plug for the battery to the laptop. I would love to know what they’re doing in here while I’m gone all day…

  14. That is one pretty rooster!

    And that sort of looks like a pig and a LION behind Gracie.

    (Do you ever find yourself saying “Later, Taters” when you leave the room? I’m imaging them rolling their little kitty eyes, but I’d do it anyways.)