Flying squirrels have a really weird distress call. There are plenty of them here.
Yesterday we made the trip to Bancroft since the weather didn’t cooperate with respect to grass cutting. We provisioned and avoided big piles of junk food or beer.
Military aircraft just went by about 30 meters off the deck.
The cat here, Shadow, is an elegant longhaired tortoiseshell who hides in the catnip bush and minces through the tall grass. I’ll have pics later.
Today I pulled tall grass out of the rose bed and deadheaded the roses. They will probably set on more blooms.
The Least Flycatcher female sat still and let me admire her, then her hubby came by and told her to move along.
Sandra made me roast lamb and red wild rice and I just et a really fabulous mulligatawney soup. World is a tasty place here.
I hope everybody is having a good day.
A child I once went on a camping trip with has turned out to be an evilly-reputed international call girl. What a world.
