Sights from around Crooked Acres.
I was outside taking pictures Saturday, when George and Gracie started barking like crazy, running back and forth. It took about five minutes for what they (and all the neighborhood dogs) were barking at to come into view.
It went directly over me, and the two people in it waved and called something to me, but I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying (probably “nice pajamas!” Hey, how was I supposed to know we were going to have company?). George and Gracie chased it across the back forty until it was gone.
The catnip had gotten huge and was starting to flower, so I chopped it back and piled up the branches so I could tie them together and hang them in the tractor shed to dry. The next thing I knew, Stefan was laying on top of the pile of catnip looking happy. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the camera with me!
Fruit from the black gum tree. This fall, the gum trees all over the property will drop billions of these. You can imagine how much fun it is to try to walk across a driveway coated with gum balls. I’m surprised I haven’t sprained an ankle yet.
Look, I don’t want to cast aspersions on your manhood, Mr. Rooster, but that’s a sad, feather-deficient tail you’ve got going on there. Roosters are supposed to have fabulous tails, and yours? Not so much. JUST SAYIN’.
PLEASE NOTE: SPIDER SECTION COMING UP. CLICK HERE IF SPIDERS OOK YOU OUT AND YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THE FABULOUS DOLORES.
You can’t tell from this picture, but she got really big. Then Monday morning, Fred told me that Dolores had finally laid (?) her egg sac. “She looks really tired,” he said. “And she’s like half the size she was yesterday!”
I have no idea how long we’ll be waiting for baby spiders to show up. Google says either they’ll hatch in a few weeks, or they’ll overwinter. I wouldn’t expect them to overwinter (the weather here should be mild until early Novemberish), but I guess we’ll see!
Tricki went to the vet yesterday to get her rabies shot, and I asked them to weigh her while we were there.
That tiny girl, at 1 year and 3 months old, only weighs 5.7 pounds!
She’s in perfect health, though, as long as we don’t try to move her away from the “sensitive systems” food she’s on. I think she’s the tiniest adult cat I’ve ever seen.
2013: Da Bird-ing with the Starks and Norbie.
2012: “AM BOSS OF YOOO. FEAR ME.”
2011: No entry.
2010: Every mancat needs some pink floof in his life.
2009: So we have our solution and we’re ready to move ahead!
2008: At least she’s got Zoe and Kaylee to keep her company and to play with.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.