Sights from around Crooked Acres.
At least she can see around her, and that’s what’s important! Right?
Last picture of Arnold. I’m sorry to tell y’all that Arnold passed away unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago. I’ve told Fred that I’ll have no more hatchery chicks in this household – we had terrible luck with them this year, but the chickens we bought at the flea market are happy and healthy and have given us no problems at all.
Check out the comb on that rooster! This guy came from the batch of chicks we got at the aforementioned flea market. He’s big and healthy, not aggressive toward us, and most importantly, he’s good with the hens. He’ll be staying around.
WARNING: this next section is what I’m calling the creepy-crawly section. Click here to jump past it to the kittens.
Putting in some space so no one who doesn’t want to has to see the creepies.
Or the crawlies.
Or the creeping crawlies.
Or the crawling creepies.
Another shot of that spider. I don’t know that it’s a Brown Recluse, and asking Google only gets me pictures of people with their faces half rotted off from Brown Recluse bites, so I’m just going to say that it might be. And it was in my shower. And now it’s dead.
Last year, we had a spider exactly like this one in the exact same location (front flower bed). I called her Dolores. Thus, we call this one Dolores, too. She’s an Orb Weaver, and she minds her own beeswax, so we just leave her alone, although we do go look at her from time to time to see if she’s doing anything interesting (she’s never doing anything interesting, FYI.)
Putting in some space so that the people who clicked to jump past the creepy crawlies won’t accidentally see that picture of Dolores.
A little more space.
More? Just a little.
Annnd… just a bit more.
Okay, that should do it.
(Just to be safe.)
Fred put in these shelves because a couple of times recently Stinkerbelle has been trapped on top of the bookcase with no way down, since there were kittens on the cat tree (that she usually uses to get down). So he put some shelves on one side, and more on the other, and voila! Of course, the kittens had to be the quality inspectors for the shelves, just to be safe.
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2012: Sweet Petey Pickle in the sun.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Did I mention they’re busy racing around like wild things?
2008: “Is this such a good idea, hanging out here under the bird feeders, with that cat RIGHT THERE?” he wonders.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.