Cuban philosopher Jose Marti once said that there are three things that a man should do in his lifetime: Plant a tree, have a son, and write a book. And if he were alive today, he may very well have said that a suffiently updated blog could replace the book part of the equation. Henry and I planted this arborvitae last weekend. It's only taken three years but we are starting to get to the landscaping...
Home sweet home. Mama Cardinal came back a while later and everything seemed to turn out OK. I wonder if Jose Marti ever rescued a baby cardinal from certain doom.
On Saturday,Mama was watering the hanging baskets and found out the hard way that there was a mama cardinal with some babies had made a nest in the basket. One of the babies wasn't quite big enough to fly on his own and kind of fluttered to the ground. Here he is...
I didn't want this little guy to end up like Gary the Hummingbird so I decided I would act fast and get him back in his nest. He made a break for it under mama's car...
But I finally managed to scoop him up.
Home sweet home. Mama Cardinal came back a while later and everything seemed to turn out OK. I wonder if Jose Marti ever rescued a baby cardinal from certain doom.
Violet has been doing very well in her transition to the toddler bed. I think we implemented the perfect blend of love, fear and paranoia in laying down the groundwork for the big switch. She proudly proclaims to be a "big gowal" now. Indeed.
Here she plays with the new kitty. It's been so long since we have had a cat but it did not take long to remember why they are questionable housemates -- they puke and crap everywhere and they won't look you in the eye. I can only hope that her presence is a deterrent to the mice.
On Sunday morning Henry and I went to watch the weigh-ins for the annual Taylors Falls Catfishing Contest. Cousin Eli and Uncle Jesse did not disappoint. They just missed a top 10 finish with this baby:
Uncle Dave and Cousin Matt took 5th place with these two:
And, as usual, Jethro and Cooter took home the big money with these monsters:
3 comments:
Ugh. The cat puke. It is constant. And they don't eat bugs dammit! At least the varmints are kept to a minimum thanks to their presence.
Landscaping? What is this thing called "landscaping"?
Overall I guess cats are probably less upkeep than dogs but I just wish cats would acknowledge you when you yell at them for misbehaving. At least dogs pretend to act guilty and go through the motions most of the time.
Hey, you can always tell people you're implementing a very complicated prairie restoration program.
In modern times your blog should be considered an autobiography...love the pics and the stories.
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