Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Toasty the rooster, standing in the mud. It’s so muddy in the back forty right now, ugh.
Pretty rooster with no name. Isn’t he gorgeous?
Chickens near the now-full pond. That fence to the left is the back part of the pig yard.
Places to go, things to do, outta my way!
Pretty rooster, flappity-flapping.
Ducks, waiting patiently for their scratch.
Ducks of a feather, sticking together. Always, always together, these four. If one wanders off, one of the other three will stop and call to the fourth, and wait until she (it’s usually one of the girls) comes running, then escorts her back to the group.
I’m pretty sure this is a Housefinch.
Male Housefinch (I think). We’ve got a lot of Finches coming around right now.
Cardinal keeping an eye on me through the glass.
Chickadee and Tufted Titmouse. So CUTE.
Chickadee in flight.
Goldfinches. My seedshake brings all the boids to the yard.
Chickadee flapping his wings (and Tufted Titmouse on the other side).
Mister Bluebird in my back yard.
Blurry Bluebird in the foreground, Red-Bellied Woodpecker on the Poltergeist tree (I’ve never actually seen his belly, so I can’t swear that it’s red, for the record.)
I love my bluebird. I just wish he’d stop landing in the back yard where the cats are.
Goldfinch in flight. He kinda looks like he’s walking on air with his wings all tucked away, doesn’t he?
Groove is in the hearrrrrt!
“Okay, you stand still Jake. I’m going to climb on your back and then that bird will be MINE.”
“Yeah, dude, I don’t think so.”
“Well, FINE, if you’re going to be like THAT. I don’t need YOUR help, forgive me for TOUCHING you, you loony bastard!”
“One day, bird, you will be mine ALL MINE.”
“GAH! SO CLOSE!”
“FINALLY. Hey. This isn’t a REAL bird. What the – ?”
“That didn’t taste quite the way I’d expected.”
::fume::
(I love how his eyes match the floor.)
Watching for moles (there was, in fact, a mole in that spot where he was watching. I successfully distracted Joe this time, thankfully.)
Joeby-Joe, the tuxie-doe…
sure does love his scratcher, yo.
Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: Okay, so, a brief overview of the whole surgery thing.
2009: WHO CAN POSSIBLY STAY UP SO LATE?!
2008: No entry.
2007: (”Rescue me! I’m a sad little practically-orphaned waif, adrift in this cold, cruel world, wahhh! Save me! Pity me!”)
2006: So, in summary, if we are to judge all female cats by Miz Poo, then male cats are nicer, but female cats are clingier.
2005: Don’t you wish I was responsible for your books?
2004: I WANT TO FUCKING KNOW WHAT HE SAID.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001.: And almost wet my pants in terror.
2000: So, the nausea continues.