You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. YOU KNOW YOU DO. You better hurry up! (And yes, of course I’m happy to send cards to other countries!) Send your name and mailing address to hollydays@gmail.com .
I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.
If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does and doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.
Remember Lily, the kitten I mentioned a few weeks ago who had been found, injured, and it was found that she’d been shot? Her owners needed to raise money to pay the vet bill, and a lot of people stepped up and helped.
Well, go read about how Lily is doing now (it’s good news!) and watch the short video of her. She’s doing well, and I think she knows just how lucky she was to be found by her new Mom and Dad.
Today, I share duck pictures with you. I got a series of really good pictures, and I was going to share them on Thursday along with other Crooked Acres pictures, but I have a ton of those to share for tomorrow, so today I give you ducks!
We start with the ducks, standing around looking confused (this is their natural state).
Then they decide to go for a swim.
One goes in…
Then another…
Then a girl duck.
“Sorry, number 4, no room in the pool for you!”
Number 4 takes refuge in a water bowl.
Splishity-splash.
Splashity-splish.
“Ahem.”
::flapflapflapflap::
::foldfoldfoldfold::
::splashsplashsplashsplash::
::FLOOP::
::FLEWP::
“I’M FLYING! IIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M FLYYYYYYYYYING!”
“RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIVES!”
“I’M FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING!”
::skid::
“What was THAT?”
“Dude, did you see me? I was flying!”
“I was like, I’m flying! I’m flying! and you were like Run for your lives! He’ll kill us all!”
“NO, you were like I’m a great big dork and I’m flying! and I was like Run! RUN!”
“Now, how the heck did I do that, again….?”
Patty Peppers keeps an eye on things.
Someone has to!
I love her stripes.
All four of the Sons are actually in this picture. You just can’t see Jax because he’s way in the background, by the blue cat tree.
This is the best room in the house for kittens. The sun comes through those windows in the afternoon, and it warms up nicely.
Clay would like you to know that that purple and blue teaser is HIS.
Under the scratcher is Opie’s favorite place to hide (and hang out). That makes it easier to catch him when I need to (shhh, don’t tell him!)
Another tailless behind. So CUTE.
Stinkerbelle, hanging out in the guest bedroom.
She sure is a pretty girl.
Previously
2010: Fucking jesus christ almighty fucking fucking FUCK.
2009: WTF with these people and the “keep going”?!
2008: No entry.
2007: Well, I don’t “always” say it. In fact, that would be the first time I’ve ever said it. But I’ll say it more in the future!
2006: “MY BABY IS IN PAIN, MAKE IT STOP!”
2005: I’m impressed with myself, if you couldn’t tell.
2004: It is in the 20s here today, IS IT OKAY FOR ME TO BE COLD NOW?
2003: (”Thanks, me! I’m so thoughtful!”)
2002: No entry.
2001: Trust me, it was far more horrifying-looking in person.
2000: Babbling.
1999: No entry.