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Critters be multiplying here at Casa River.
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Along with some green grass comes another woodchuck.
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I believe that’s the old momma from previous years at the dish.
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She has some distinctive scars on her face and has been calling our backyard home for the past four years.
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Must be last season’s baby to the left.
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I’m not a fan of electric cars.
I’m not a fan of Elon Musk.
And you’ll never see me driving a Tesla. Which, after reading this article makes me twice as glad.
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No one wants that.
Trust me.
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This is beyond disturbing.
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The AI revolution is bad enough… but now the cars are spying on us and pushing porn?
Stop the world. I want to get off.
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After cleaning and organizing our master bath closet the other day, I turned my attention to the the spare bathroom. I don’t know about you, but in our house that’s where everything we don’t know what else to do with lands. I pulled vases, and candle sticks, and pitchers, a footed glass bowl and yes, even a crock pot out of there.
What that left me with was this…
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And by this I mean 10 bottles of Mrs. Meyers soap.
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Yes 10.
As well as 11 more bars of soap… to go with the 15 I’d found the other day.
😳
I haven’t yet decided if we’re extremely clean or extremely dirty. But if it’s the latter?
God damn it, we’re ready.
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A bonus find was 3 bottles of Jo Malone perfume.
Proof positive it pays to clean.
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Why did I join a wombat lovers Facebook group?
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Because I like having my feed flooded with pictures like these.
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If they supplant the politics and constant social discourse?
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That’s fine with me.
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The world needs less hatred…
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And more wombats.
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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…
It did not go well.
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After a few half hearted swats,
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.
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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…
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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …
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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.
Sigh.
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Because there’s so much of it.
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12 feet of kale?
I’m going to have nightmares about that.
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After cleaning and organizing the closet in our master bath, I figure it will be a while before I need to buy certain products. 4 bottles of toothpaste, 6 bottles of Bath and Body Works lotion, 7 sticks of deodorants and 15 bars of soap of later I realized I may need to organize more often.
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Best. Display. Container. Ever.
Or worst. It’s a tough call.
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Even bees need bouncers.
Who knew?
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Woke up to this the other morning.
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And I have to admit, colorful sunrises never get old.
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Our one chuck is still visiting daily looking for treats.
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Apples and carrots are his (her?) favorite.
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Never let it be said I don’t keep my readers well informed. Honestly, what other blog is going to share a story about wild toileting with you?
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Apparently this really is a thing in Europe.
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Impactful, not to mention stinky.
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I’m guessing this is a male dominate hobby.
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Who knew urine was such a fertilizing hot commodity?
Not me.
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During a recent walk with the husband, Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted my arch enemy.
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Brazen as could be, Momma Red wasn’t disturbed by his presence and stayed in the feeder happily munching seed.
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His Highness stalked and crept closer.
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But she knew he was inexperienced and bided her time.
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Until he was literally right underneath her and she dove over him to reach the safety of the woodshed… where she sat on a high log and chattered at him.
The bitch was laughing, I know it.
Needless to say I was extremely disappointed with His Lordship’s technique …. and purchased a training tool forthwith.
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Okay, technically it’s a flying squirrel. But the size and color are close enough to stand in for that furry red demon for some close quarter combat drills.
Training begins tomorrow.
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I’m all for enjoying a discount when I find one, but sometimes? You get what you pay for.
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Budget butt lifts?
Oh. The horror.
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I was going to say homegrown terrorism and Vladimir Putin, but whatever.
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Feral pigs that have the tenacity and temperament of wild hogs mixed with the prodigious girth of domesticated swine. No thanks Canada. You can keep ‘em!
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I’m sure that’s a delightful curriculum.
Kristallnatch craft class.
Book burning 101.
WTF?
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