Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Cardinal on the fence.
Bluebird on the fence post (sorry it’s not a better picture – I had the long lens on the camera, but was shooting through the window and, well, SOMEONE needs to clean that window so I can get better pictures, obviously).
Bird of prey, checking out the chickens.
Ditch between the front of the property and the back forty.
Time for another trip to the pond, duckies.
::splishitysplash::
::dive::
“Ahem.”
::flippityflap::
A panoramic view (yes, the ducks are stitched together oddly; blame the camera) to show you that the deep end of the pond is finally getting close to full! It’s not anywhere close to overflowing, but it’s nice to see this much water in the pond when we were starting to wonder if it was EVER going to fill up.
Rock Star is rockin’.
“You know you want fancy feather leggings like mine.”
Madame Featherhead tries to decide whether to come out of the coop.
Chickenbutt. This cracks me up:
“Oi, Madge, do I gots somefin’ in the end uv my beak?”
“Naw, Harriet, yer all clear.”
“Wot? Can’t a young rooster enjoy some sun without you stompin’ all around with that camera?”
I think this rooster is so pretty. I always tell Fred that he reminds me, color-wise, of a toasted marshmallow.
“That is some tasty water.”
Reminder: the Sons are going to Petsmart tomorrow, and Everett, Lucy, and Sally Peppers will be coming back home with me for a break!
Jax and Clay, hanging out on my bed.
Tig doesn’t like to be kissed (he doesn’t like it when you get all up in his business), but he’ll lay on you ’til the cows come home, and if you want to pet him while he’s there? So much the better.
Opie, on the other hand, will let you kiss him a million times, hold him on his back like a baby, whatever you want to do to him, he’s A-OK with it.
(Jax is also a snuggler.)
“Got it!”
Clay’s the snuggliest of the bunch. He’ll come and lean up against you and purr like a madman (if madmen purred, that is).
Opie McSmuggypants.
Miz Poo came up to see what was going on, and laid down for a snuggle. Note that Opie’s laying on my hip, Clay’s up against me, Jax is flirting with Miz Poo. Where’s Tig?
Laying behind my knees licking his toes, of course.
Jax and Miz Poo’s tail.
“I wasn’t thinking of smacking her tail.”
“I WASN’T!”
“That would be wrong.”
“Someone needs to vacuum.”
::smile::
“Alls I know is it won’t be ME.”
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Previously
2011: I actually think that Corbie will be okay at the adoption center, because he’s the kind of cat who takes his cues from the cats around him.
2010: “Who, US? We weren’t doing anything, honest!”
2009: From the terrified, practically-feral kittens they were to the kittens who actually seek out human interaction they are now, they’ve changed a lot.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.