We found our pilfering rodent in the tree yesterday, presumably looking for "his" glove:
This is one of those strange "white-nosed" squirrels that we've only seen since we've lived here. He has a great bushy tail, hidden in this photo, that he flicks imperiously at us, while scolding us noisily for some imagined outrage.
Down the road, the cows have staged a coup, tipping over their steel hay corral. I actually saw one yesterday, shouldering the offending barrier up and over his back, while munching contentedly on the exposed hay.
And then there was the birthday. I am so glad we stayed home and ate lobster I cooked myself. Whenever we go out for lobster, I always feel like there should be more, as in "where's the rest of my lobster?" I ate lobster until I couldn't lift my fork anymore. Bill bought me a cake that says it all:
It was a very happy birthday.
Add to that several days that have been nearly pain-free, and I'm a happy country girl.
1 comment:
What a pretty cake - how nice!!!!!
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