For nearly as long as The Squire and I have lived here we have been putting out cheap dog food for the local wildlife – foxes, possums, raccoons, and the occasional coyote. For quite a while we fed both the foxes and the raccoons on the patio, with the two groups sitting back-to-back, and pretending the other critters weren’t there. Since we understand that not everybody is as kindly intentioned toward wildlife as we are, we decided to move the dishes to the “back forty” – the mowed strip behind the barn, under the power lines.
We had snow Monday night and into Tuesday and when The Squire went out last night to put out the food, he saw enough tracks to make one thinks we have a dozen foxes back there. We have quite a few black plastic “flats” from various frozen foods, so I suggested we put out several of those, instead of putting all of the kibble in one big dish. “That way, we don’t have one fox hogging all of the food.”
The Squire just looked at me. “You know, you really should have been zoo-keeper.”
It is common knowledge that The Squire and I really enjoy jigsaw puzzles. Our local library has a twice-monthly puzzle swap, and we are always the first in line, trading out grocery sacksful at a time. It’s gotten to the point that we have worked just about everything over there.
Eldest Daughter gave us (me!) a Book Puzzle for Christmas, which I am enjoying tremendously. When I get it finished, it will be 9 x 7 x4.
I had visions of having to buy all kinds of paint, but when I opened to box, I found all of the wood had already been stained or painted. Not that that is going to make life all that much easier, but it does save a lot of hassle.
As you can see, I do have a lot of my work already cut out for me. And more for me to cut out, as there are three sheets of book covers and other bits and pieces to be snipped and pasted here and there.
The Squire and I are both people watchers, and we’re seen some doozies. Mind you, we’re aware that folks probably think the same about us, but . . .
The woman was not too odd – long blond hair, very 1960-ish – but he was a real eye-catcher. He bore a strong resemblance to Kim Jong Un – chubby and the same weird haircut.
They played put-and-take with the grocery cart the entire time they were there. She’d put something into the cart, and he’d pick it up, look at it, and return it to the shelf. Turnabout is fair play, and when he took something off the shelf, she’d return it. They were there about fifteen minutes and only had one item – a box of pasta – in the cart.
The thing that struck us both was that this fellow had long fingernails – at least as long as mine – which were covered in a silvery grey polish.
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