Yesterday, the Farm Manager burst through the back door with a stranger carrying a couple of big plastic containers. I was hoping it was lettuce or trimmings from the grocery store, but then the stranger dumped three big white ducks out of those containers into the bully pen. And then he left.
My daughter’s friend canceled her New Year’s Bash because her two outdoor cats ate a rabid bat a couple days ago. They are in 45-day quarantine, indoors, and wrecking the house. And so 2022 refuses to pass without leaving a debris trail. Read the rest of this entry
I once had five male guinea pigs in a large L-shaped cage and I called it my Dude Ranch. They got along great and we had loads of fun, but I decided that five was my limit. Suddenly I have nine! What happened? Read the rest of this entry
Most of my pet costume photos come from other people. That’s because my own attempts are dismal. Once in a while someone gets inspired and we end up with a few good ones. Read the rest of this entry
If the news is kind of old, is it still news? What is time, anyway? Does anybody really know what time it is?
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