7/8/10 – Crooked Acres Thursday

Sights from around Crooked Acres.
(All pics taken last week, before I left for vacation)
(PS: Flickr is being a pain in the ass, so I won’t be linking these to larger images at Flickr, sorry.)

Those pups sure do love their rawhide.

“How come THEY always get the good stuff?”

Happy Gracie.

The dogs dug out a space under the tree to lay in, and the chickens have taken it over for their dust baths.

Happy George.

Happy peeg.

I love it when the chicks get to this age. They’re so gawky and goofy.

I love the casual “Just hopping off the ramp, here. Nothing to see. Move along.”

The Rock Star and the Featherhead.

 

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Bolitar is an explorer. If there’s a place to be, he’s been there. It took him a little while to figure out how the big cats were getting on top of the kitchen cabinets, but once he figured it out, he was up there checking things out.

He doesn’t want to miss anything, y’know.

For the record, Jake and Elwood – who have been with us for close to a year – haven’t figured out how to (1) Jump up on the counter, (2) Hop from the counter to the top of the refrigerator and then (3) Jump from the top of the refrigerator to the top of the cabinets. They haven’t even figured out the FIRST part of that three-step process.

They must not be adventurers.

“What?”

Trying to figure out how to get past Sugarbutt, so he can do more exploring. (He finally tried just walking past Sugarbutt, who has been known to smack kittens who get up in his space. It worked!)

 

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Previously
2009: Garden pics
2008: Boneheaded things I have recently done
2007: No entry.
2006: Just a quick picture to let y’all know what we did with our Saturday morning.
2005: I turned and gave her the Bug-Eyed Look of Annoyance*, to no avail.
2004: “Agh!” I yelled. “I hate you kitties! I hate you all!”
2003: Do motherfuckers retain water?
2002: “Your cheatin’ heeeeeart…”
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.