Quick entry, mostly pictures. I’m on a cleaning spree this week, for some reason, and I want to go with it. When the cleaning bug strikes, you don’t ask questions!
Maxi hangs out under Fred’s truck and keeps an eye on the chickens.
The back part of the chicken yard (the chicken yard is shaped like an L and wraps around two sides of our back yard). The mother chickens like to hang out in this part of the yard in the afternoon. This is where the pond used to be, the one we had filled in last year.
That mass of greenery is the Sungold tomato plant that popped up (in what used to be the chicken yard area of the yard). I’ve never seen a happier tomato plant, but we did nothing to keep it contained or pruned back, and it’s kind of taking over. Tommy and Sugarbutt like to hang out under there.
One of our compost piles. A green bean plant popped up, along with a couple of tomato plants. Instead of turning over the pile we left the plants as they are, to see what happens. Have you ever seen a happier bean plant?
Charlie (or George, I can’t tell which is which without seeing their feet) takes a dust bath.
Fred cut down a small tree not long after we bought the house, and this greenery started growing. We never cut it back, and the chickens have taken to hang out under there (and roosting on the lower branches), so I suppose it’ll stay that way.
The back of the chicken yard (where the pond was), from the other side. Lots of Mommas and babies.
Buff Momma and her three babies. I love the color selection, here.
This spider was weaving her web outside Fred’s workshop. Is she not the biggest, scariest spider EVER? The way the flash glinted off her EYES gives me the willies.
Fred cut a tree down (a couple of trees, actually) in the back yard and this stuff started growing. I was going to cut it back, but the cats adore hanging out there (Tommy and Joe, especially), so I’m going to leave it ’til later this Fall. Or forever. Whichever.
In this trash can, I had my no-waste bird seed mix. The pantry moths invaded and made a big nasty mess of it (my own fault for not being more diligent about keeping the can tightly covered, I’m sure). When the last four inches of bird seed was nothing but a solid mess of NASTY, I finally dumped it out in the chicken yard (the chickens were very appreciative!) and cleaned the trash can out. I left it in the back yard to dry, and of course Miz Poo claimed it as her own. (Unlike the greenery, the trash can won’t be staying!)
Do you see what those monsters have done to the cat tree in the foster room? I’ve ordered some Brazilian sisal rope off eBay, and I’ll be rewinding the rope around that one leg, and replacing what they’ve torn off. Hopefully I can salvage another year or so out of this tree!
Praying Mantis, next to the side door. I wanted to get closer, to get a really good picture, but I was afraid that it would fly at my head and pop my eyes out and eat them like grapes, so I kept my distance and used the zoom. Praying Mantii scare me more than a little.
Kitteh aerobics!
The quintessential Zoe look.
“‘Sup?”
Previously
2007: Bob Goodlatte fights the good fight against his opponent Joan Badespresso.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: “She looks… she looks.. she looks like a PIRATE!” he gasped. I started giggling.
2003: I guess Spike TV really IS television for men.
2002: When married characters are that cruel to each other, all you can think is, “Why the hell are they married if they hate each other so much?”
2001: Gatlinburg pictures!
2000: No entry.