While I was reading emails, this emerged from her vintage, beat-up, Wilson Tomatoes box.
"You're typing too loud."
"You're typing too loud."
Oh, sorry love.
She's been trying to rest up after such a harried weekend with grand-dog Forrest here.
Grabbing her bull-winkle moose and tearing the squeaker out of it was all just too much.
:(
She's devastated.
"What?"
And apparently he smells...
like dog.
She just needs a few days....
Well, spring has sprung
and there's lots of mud
mixed in with piles and piles of snow.
We'll be awhile before the grass peaks through
and the buds pop out.
So, for now, we'll enjoy the spring birds
and the warmer sun-shine.
The turkeys are back at the feeders.
They have been deeper in the bush most of the winter.
They will be a common sight now and will keep the ground around the feeders cleaned up.
I'd like to see the hawk try to mess with one of them.
They stand about two and a half feet high.
I have been known to 'run like a girl' when one stares at me.
Glad to have the robins back, too.
And the deer
I was over to visit our neighbour, Lucy, and pick up our week's worth of fresh eggs today.
This time I brought a treat for 'the ladies' to thank them for all their hard work.
Bless their little chicken hearts.
Lucy will cut this all up for them for dinner.
I took the opportunity to ask her about the tracks at the back along our stone wall.
She tells me these are deer tracks.
She watched a deer walk past her house and through our property just yesterday.
I'm always finding tracks that I'm not sure of.
Another mystery solved.
hugs, Deb