We awoke this morning to the sound of "sawing," somewhere overhead in our beams. Bill investigated and came back with a report of a squirrel, setting up housekeeping inside our walls. Swell.
The otter has returned, and is happily doing laps in our upper pond, as if he/she is on a spring exercise program. We didn't meet the Farley's truck yesterday, declining to buy the otter fish dinners for weeks to come. We are told that the otter will eat every fish in our pond, and then move on to someone else's buffet.
Echo came home from her morning patrol, once again having rolled in otter poop, smiling and wagging because she managed to cover herself with the smell of sewage. So, before we were even dressed and through our first cup of coffee, we were giving her a bath, and cleaning out the bathtub afterwards. The dog is now damp, grumpy and clean.
Juli and Kerne will arrive tonight, very late, having spent a full 12 hours in the cattle-prodding atmosphere of airports and airline personnel. We fully expect them to be as cranky as the dog is now.
It's shaping up to be one of those days...
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