Monday, March 17, 2014

266 - Brrr

I wish these seasons would make up their minds. I don't know when to start planting stuff in the ground. I assume the future seedlings in my greenhouse are going to do okay but I'm glad I didn't transplant my sycamore yet.

Two buddies sighting in their rifles. I don't know why but I think it's adorable. Okay, I do know why - it reminds me of those greeting cards where the two little boys have their fishing poles, only this is the grownup version of it.


Another cool moon. I wish I had taken my camera to the store with me that night because the sunset up the road was amazing. It's not really feasible to always have my camera on me but sometimes I wish I did just take it everywhere... I have regrets...


This was a dryer ball that we used to help the hot air circulate in the little washer/dryer combo we had in the rv. Since we don't use that anymore I figured it looked a lot like a dog toy. And Bo concurs.


But he prefers Bally.

You can see Bo-Bo's bo-bo. I don't know if he ran into something when he was romping around the house or the fields/woods, but we've been putting hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment on it. It's mostly a nasty looking scab at this point.


He was watching Mike taunt him with Bally.




And finally grew depressed that Bally had found another... or maybe this was after he ran around and was just exhausted. I can't remember.


He started barking and growling and pitching a fit this evening and Mike found deer. This is not a picture of them, but I decided to try out the night mode on my camera. Granted there is some light from the porch, but it's still pretty impressive.


Well... I guess that's all for now...

Sunday, March 16, 2014

265 - A case of the Mondays

It's grey and drizzly out so not much is going on. Mike's setting up a Facebook Group. We're taking turns playing with Bo. The kittens are napping.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vm6GTQM7ZBo&feature=youtu.be

And other than that, I'm just trying to figure out what to make for dinner.

Blah.