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.
George and Gracie are always very proud of themselves when they’ve chased off a hot air balloon or a plane or a songbird. Fiercely protective, those two.
The Morning Glories are blooming. I know they’re invasive weeds, but I think they’re so pretty and I always look forward to seeing them.
The kiwi vine, vining.
That woodpecker (on the tree) came sidling down the tree. He and the finch regarded each other for a moment…
“Don’t mind if I do!”
The autumn clematis is blooming, and it smells diVINE.
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!
Bee on a green bean flower.
Okra flower. So pretty!
Wee tomato. The tomatoes are coming in like crazy, and I’ll be a salsa-making maniac.
The habanero plants bounced back, finally. We haven’t harvested any yet, but it won’t be long.
Pretty, pretty rooster.
::thlurrrp:: “You gots a snack for me, lady?”
Cruella, hanging out.
When George looks this happy, there’s always a snack involved.
Dragonfly, by the pond. They’re usually hard to get a picture of, what with the constant flitting, but I swear this one was posing for me.
Dragonfly #2.
The ducks followed me out to the pond, then decided it was time for a swim.
Grumpy George.
Happy George.
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.
The wallow/pond in the pig yard. The chickens and ducks like to hang out there, because it’s more shaded (and thus a bit cooler) than the big pond.
Brahma hen has places to go.
Gracie, hanging out in the pig shelter. The dogs really like this shelter – it’s going to be a sad day for them, the next time we have pigs and the dogs can’t get in there.
Pretty hen, at the edge of the wallow.
Male duck, chasing the hens. I have ZERO use for ducks, and when they do this ridiculousness, I really, really dislike them.
Instead of protecting his wimminfolk, AS A ROOSTER IS LEGALLY BOUND TO DO, dummy was too busy admiring his back side.
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’.
Don’t work too hard, pups.
The Rock Star, growing out her most recent unfortunate haircut.
PLEASE NOTE: SPIDER SECTION COMING UP. CLICK HERE IF SPIDERS OOK YOU OUT AND YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THE FABULOUS DOLORES.
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Mister Dolores is gone. One day he was there, the next he was gone and Dolores was eating a really big snack. I didn’t look any closer, ’cause I just didn’t wanna know.
Dolores, showing off her gams.
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!”
And yep. He wasn’t kidding!
I was taking this picture, and a leaf fell onto my arm. I about had a heart attack.
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!
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Sweet girl.
She’s such a goofball.
Snuggly girl.
Gorgeous, too!
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.
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Grumpy Newt.
“LADY. How’m I gonna throw myself to the dirt and roll around on my back in front of you so you almost trip over me, if you just STAND there?!”
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Previously
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.