I’m cool. He can make his house and hang out by the pond all day if that’s what he wants. He ventures inside, and he’s gonna get eaten by Hopps, or squished by Nike. So long as he’s outside while eating his dinner –

About the size of a jawbreaker –
He’s the first of the year. Hopefully he’ll encourage all the others to come out soon. Then maybe they’ll all grow up nice and big. So we can make them into apple-butter.
That’s how Snoopy started all of his writings. I imagine it looked like this –
Well, maybe without the rainbow, and thunder and lightning stuff instead?
Yes, it’s still raining around here. No, it’s not going to stop this week. Summer will get here when it’s good and ready. We’ll have to be patient. And make do with the rainbows.
Could they be more different? I doubt it. Subject 1 (Felix) hasn’t a care in the world –
Why should he? He’s a cat, taking his 5:30 nap. Other than food, what more could he want?
Subject 2 (Lily, aka NutJob, aka Psycho……) Is hiding in plain sight in a closet because I have that stupid camera thing out and am trying to take her photo –
Doesn’t she just look THRILLED? I think I saw her lips mouth out the words, ‘I’m gonna poop in your sneaker for this.’
Silly cats.
The neighbors are off to Italy, and the chickens were not happy about getting cooped up for the night. This one in particular was being a bit difficult –
We outsmarted her though. Humans 1, chickens 0
Updated tally to come…..
They wanted to thank us for returning their chickens. “Sure thing, no problem, happy to do it…..”
Linda insisted on bringing us something for our trouble. “OK, fair enough, see you in a few minutes….”, I said.
She brought us –

Then the chatter started; They’re going on their honeymoon next week; Do you need someone to look after the chickens?; We would love to; Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy….
Starting Wednesday, we’re babysitting the neighbor’s chickens. What fun!
The day slipped right on by without me posting a photo up. Again, I took the photo, but I failed at posting it. Sorry, my lazy weekend got the best of me yesterday. Without further BS, well maybe a little, we’ll jump into the WayBack Machine to yesterday….
Lost of activity in the backyard yesterday. First it was off to the store for a pressure washer so I could clean the pond filter. It does a ten times better job in one-tenth of the time, I waste less water, and consume far less beer during the task; I think the thing will pay for itself in a matter of two or three filter cleanings. Plus it’s a piece of equipment powered by gasoline – What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t love that? Sorry no photos of me and my new toy, but trust me, I look fantastic weilding that wand.
After playtime was over, I sat down to watch the hockey game. Beer in hand, 5 minuets into period 1, and I start hearing the new neighbors chickens. Only, they’re really loud tonight. I walk out on the deck and realize, the chicken is in the yard. THEY’VE ESCAPED! I sound the alarm and grab the camera, cause watching Marla try to catch a chicken is going to be funny. I told her Rocky could do it, so could she. She decided to bribe the chicken with bread (Who knew they liked hamburger buns so much?). Properly suckered in, the escapee was captured –
Walking her back to her pen, we came across her cellmate, who was trying to plead innocence –
We herded them both back to their house, and found the obvious ringleader hanging out, acting like nothing ever happened –
No one was home, so we closed the fence and left. I think I can now put ‘Chicken Herder’ on my resume. And here in Seattle, that might come in handy.
And it’s snowing out?
No, wait, it’s only the Cottonwood flying. Sometimes it looks like it’s snowing. Thankfully I’m not allergic to this stuff.
Canadian Grand Prix this weekend folks, enjoy the sights and sounds. One day we shall return????