We have had some very hot summer-like days this past week. I think we are now getting our summer as it was too wet from June right through August. This is really a treat right now as there is always a nice breeze that comes with the warm weather.
Audrey is doing much the same; no real change yet. She has meds to finish and another vet visit ahead and I can then give you an update on how she is doing. She really needs me right now and she is top priority. I don't go far.
Thank you again for your thoughts and prayers and please keep them coming. xo
I have had a web-cam put on the maple today, right next to the feeders, as I have a sneaking suspicion that there is a cat coming in the wee hours of the night to eat.
There is a scent there in the morning and I recognize it as cat spray. I have always left crusts, a little dry cat food and apples out for a family of raccoons that found the mouse-house last winter. I never stopped feeding them even when spring came. Now I wonder what else comes around hoping to find a bite to eat. The mystery should soon be solved.
At five p.m. the Mourning Doves arrive. We have about a dozen that come to eat each evening. They wait patiently on a wire for me to fill their platform feeder and sprinkle a bit of seed on the grass. They do prefer to eat off the ground.
They are a beautiful bird.
Poor Annie spent much of the day waiting at the window for the builders to come.
She doesn't understand that people need time off so I had to open a fresh bag of freeze-dried chicken strips just to make her happy and lure her away from her perch. :)
She's such a sassy cat. =^..^=
Enjoy your evening.
hugs, Deb
Audrey is doing much the same; no real change yet. She has meds to finish and another vet visit ahead and I can then give you an update on how she is doing. She really needs me right now and she is top priority. I don't go far.
Thank you again for your thoughts and prayers and please keep them coming. xo
I have had a web-cam put on the maple today, right next to the feeders, as I have a sneaking suspicion that there is a cat coming in the wee hours of the night to eat.
At five p.m. the Mourning Doves arrive. We have about a dozen that come to eat each evening. They wait patiently on a wire for me to fill their platform feeder and sprinkle a bit of seed on the grass. They do prefer to eat off the ground.
Poor Annie spent much of the day waiting at the window for the builders to come.
She's such a sassy cat. =^..^=
Enjoy your evening.
hugs, Deb
