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Baby barn beautification.


I think I forgot to post the final results of all the husband’s  he didn’t want to do it and grumbled the whole time  hard work bordering my garden bed.




And while I’m not usually a huge marigold fan…..




I do like the yellow and orange colors against the red barn, so I filled the bed with them and mulched.




With a baby chucker watching me the entire time. Thankfully marigolds are unappetizing to wildlife….. so he sniffed and moved on.





Baby barn beautification complete.



Making friends.


Have I mentioned how much I love the baby woodchucks?

If not, get used to it… because I’ve been spending a lot of time making friends with them.




I’ve found sliced apples are a great ice breaker.




And if I’m enjoying a little Crown Royal apple while making woodchuck friends… all the better.




It took a while for them to get used to me and they were pretty hesitant to come out with me so close.



But the lure of apples proved too much.




Admit it.

That’s pretty damned cute.

More chucker pics….


Because I can.





I’m seriously in love with this little critter.




I know most people see them as pests and hate them.




But other than a few holes here and there….




This one’s never done any harm.




And a cuter garbage disposal for leftover salad scraps you’re not apt to find.




Last year we had a momma woodchuck and 4 babies.




This year…. only one.




I’ve yet to determine if it’s momma or one of her kids.

Colors and critters.


Looking across the street to our neighbor’s organic vegetable farm is always interesting.




But this time of year, it’s downright beautiful.




Who knew artichokes could be so pretty?

And when our neighbor has wood chips delivered….








When you’re a farmer’s child?

You don’t need no stinkin’ sandbox.




On the critter front,




We’re down to one lone woodchuck.




He’s still fat…




And still clumsy…




And still hangs out on our deck once in a while. But it’s autumn, and all his brothers and sisters are finding dens and getting ready for winter. I doubt even this one will be here much longer.





Autumn also means the deer are changing into their darker winter coats. One summer coated hold out is on the right for comparison.




A murder of crows have now discovered our bird bath.

Why are they called a murder?

The Oxford English Dictionary suggests this is an allusion to the crow’s traditional association with violent death or its harsh and raucous cry.  If you’ve ever heard dozens of agitated crows in full cry, it really does sound as if they’re yelling bloody murder.

As long as they don’t murder me in my sleep, I don’t care what you call them.






Uh oh.





And finally, we have a new skunk in town.




I admit I never really paid attention to skunk tails before, but we’ve had so many different families this year I’ve gotten to recognize them by their individual patterns.

This is Tippy.





Brilliantly named for the white tip on her tail.

Is she really a she?

I neither know, nor care to get close enough to find out.








It’s that time again…




I hadn’t checked my spam folder in a while and boy, was it bursting.

Let’s take a look.

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They’re a little late.



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Best or worse? You decide…




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It was posted on my previous blog about spam:  Monty Python and Spam….


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More random critters.


The photo files need purging again so…




Mother woodchuck and her last baby.

The other 3 have taken off for parts unknown.




And I get the feeling this final child isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack.




Someone needs to tell him we eat from the bowl, not sit in it.




Or lie in it for that matter.




Our beautiful buck is back.


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Which makes me nervous as it’s hunting season.




Fingers crossed no one breaks up his family.




This little devil was perched on the feeder bar waiting for an unsuspecting meal the other morning…




I saw feathers on the lawn later in the day, so mission accomplished.




The flies have been thick for the past few days and target the deer mercilessly.




It’s my opinion this doe was sticking her tongue out at the flies…

And not the photographer.

Finally, who needs video games….




When you’ve got real live angry birds right on the back lawn?