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 forgot to mention the excitement in the car on my way to the feed store on Friday. It’s spider season here, and the Orb-weaver spider webs are suspended across every conceivable walkway outside. Hobo spiders are all over the place inside. Maybe they are just Giant House Spiders.
Anyway, I got in the car, started driving to the feed store. I felt a tickle on my cheek, brushed at it and UGH! Brushed a pea-sized thing onto the floor of the car by my legs! Fortunately I noticed that the truck in front of me was braking for a traffic signal and stopped. And I stopped. I picked a sturdy plastic windshield ice scraper out of the door pocket, making an executive decision not to save this spider and toss him out the door. Not having a jar and an index card handy, I just didn’t feel I could nab him efficiently. After about 25 swipes with the windshield scraper, I finally felt his little abdomen crush, and looked down to verify the murder. I’m usually not this cruel, but at that moment, the traffic signal changed and traffic started up again. I was awfully glad the face-kissing spider was dispatched. The nerve of him!
As I started to drive again, I glanced to the passenger seat where an identical spider made his/her way to the edge and dropped onto the floor. So how many were there in the car? I opened all the windows, just in case that one was trying to escape the murderess with the deadly ice scraper, but I never saw another. Searched the car while I was at the feed store, but there was no sign of spider #2.
Let us hope that is the end of the story, okay?
There has been so much drama lately that I haven’t had time to write about it! School has started again, and with it my 4th year volunteering in a 6th grade class. I’m fortunate to have the time to help out there. We’ve had some drama here at the Funny Farm, though. Never a dull moment!
There are three Highbush Cranberry bushes, berrying away behind Dobby in this photo.
Hi, Dob! Cranberries!
I’ve picked most of these blueberries, but I have several bushes producing. Dobby eats the bushes, but not the blueberries. Sigh. And, sadly my tomatoes look just like this, but green. Yep, about this size. Oh well. There are a couple that turned red, but they’re pretty intense. And now a huge branch is on the ground.
Blueberries as big as tomatoes!
Tomatoes as big as blueberries!
I planted a pot of bamboo in the back yard for Dobby and surrounded it with protective fencing so it can establish. Good luck with that.
This bamboo is mine, right?
We’re starting to get some visitors to Dobby’s pool. I have mixed feelings about having a flock of mallards spending the day in Dobby’s pool, but they are shy and don’t usually stay long.
About six mallards, I think.
The drakes are getting along nicely these days, and the bully pen is closed for the season.
Vinny, Sal, Tony (behind Sal), Boxcar, Boondock, Fabio, Shamrock, Emilio, and the tomcats Kitty Hawk and Grover.
Why is Dobby so pouffy?
I think everyone knows.
Does everyone know about this trick? There is a rumor out that capybaras poop in water, but in fact, adult capybaras go on hard ground. Dobby gets inspired when I clean his up, and loves to go directly into my dustpan!
How special is this?
You might think I am exaggerating his obsession with poop, but I assure you that I am not.
Just reporting the facts, ma’am.
Speaking of facts, this is the quantity that I clean up every morning, including the more current embellishment. There will be another dustpan this full by the end of the day.
Quality AND Quantity!
Not to change the subject or anything. This is a typical load from the Feed Store. The back seat is down, too, and there is a pile this big further back. So double what you see here.
There are two of those big bales of white shavings in there, by the way.
I thought this “chicken toy” was optimistic. My hens would be bored with that in a minute. I know some sad little guinea pigs that will like it, though.
Stuffed it with hay and kept the guinea pigs busy for quite a while!
Finally, the day was ruined by Facebook bots. They deleted Dobby’s “Prince Dobalob”profile. Again. People are suggesting a page, but he has had a page since the deletion last April. I guess nobody sees the pages. Which is why I keep making profiles.
Here’s mud in your eye, Farcebook!
You want to see that again?
MUD. In. Your. Eye.
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