All's quiet on the backyard front.
Get it?
Back.... Front?
(You are WAY too easily amused.)
No casualties in the last 24 hours, but Fiona is still on patrol, doing guard duty in her favorite spot....
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It's not much of a tower, but it has a good view of the mouse house.
***
The peaches are ripening slowly this year. A few drop off each day, but are still too green... [I found one with many many little mousey teeth marks on it the other day]. It's not quite time to put out the pillows and blankets. None of these windfalls are ripening. They just rot. But soon the good ones will start dropping and I'll put out the landing sites for them. I only pick the ripest ones each day and leave them on as long as possible, but there are always those that make up their own peachy minds that they have had it with branch life.
***
I'm going to make a fool of myself and make a political prediction.
(Too late. You are already a certified fool there Cupcake, so predict away, how much worse can it get?)
True, true.
I predict that there is a 40% chance that during some really scary and convoluted back room dealing, Hillary Clinton will end up being the Democratic nominee for President.
(Wow. You take my breath away. That IS a foolish prediction. I'm a little worried about your sanity. For REALS this time. As a matter of fact I'm calling the Duck.)
Well, it's just a feeling I have. I thought I would throw it out there.
Just for fun.
(I'm still calling the Quack.)
Go right ahead.
He's on speed dial.
Get it?
Back.... Front?
(You are WAY too easily amused.)
No casualties in the last 24 hours, but Fiona is still on patrol, doing guard duty in her favorite spot....
[album 65561 Mouse Games.jpg]
It's not much of a tower, but it has a good view of the mouse house.
***
The peaches are ripening slowly this year. A few drop off each day, but are still too green... [I found one with many many little mousey teeth marks on it the other day]. It's not quite time to put out the pillows and blankets. None of these windfalls are ripening. They just rot. But soon the good ones will start dropping and I'll put out the landing sites for them. I only pick the ripest ones each day and leave them on as long as possible, but there are always those that make up their own peachy minds that they have had it with branch life.
***
I'm going to make a fool of myself and make a political prediction.
(Too late. You are already a certified fool there Cupcake, so predict away, how much worse can it get?)
True, true.
I predict that there is a 40% chance that during some really scary and convoluted back room dealing, Hillary Clinton will end up being the Democratic nominee for President.
(Wow. You take my breath away. That IS a foolish prediction. I'm a little worried about your sanity. For REALS this time. As a matter of fact I'm calling the Duck.)
Well, it's just a feeling I have. I thought I would throw it out there.
Just for fun.
(I'm still calling the Quack.)
Go right ahead.
He's on speed dial.