Little Outdoorsman

Our neighbor boy, Little Outdoorsman, is three years old and all boy. Except when he is playing kitchen, but that involves him "cooking" on his grill, so I guess that still is a guy thing. He came over this week and we got out all the boy toys we still have left over from CGS's little boy stage and wouldn't you know it, Little Outdoorsman didn't really play with them. He found D's hunting magazines and sat down to pick out guns. He found one for himself and another for FL. And then he had a little discussion with himself about which deer he thought was the best in the magazine. All boy I tell you, all boy.

That is until FL let him use her chalk on the sidewalk. After some intensive drawing, he declared it was time to play. . . .Hopscotch.

I laughed at the thought of his dad seeing him play a girl's game, so I asked LO who taught him to play hopscotch. LO said, "My Daddy!"

Laughing some more at that thought, FL and I started to play hopscotch with him. Guess what, I lost. Because I didn't play by the "rules."

Boy Hopscotch involves flexing your muscles and thumping your chest before hopping you know. I didn't know that, so I lost.

All boy, I tell you, all boy.

It's Time

I guess it's time to wash the dishes. I found the kids eating cereal out of mixing bowls.

Forest Floor

Escapees

For some reason, it seems like every single one of our critters here has attempted a breakout this past week. I think it is because of the heat (it's been in the high 80's and 90's) and we haven't had much rain for a month or so. Here's the run-down:

Jake the Dog: broke his collar, tore off the new collar, broke the old tie-out leash, broke the runner the new one was on.

The Ladies (2 year old hens): have been running amok due to the untimely demise of their quiet leader PollyAnna. At least 2 times to the neighbor's flowers and I don't know how many tomatoes of mine they have eaten.

Delilah the Cat: snuck into my bedroom and was lost for a while under the black hole under my bed

The Young Girls (the pullets): didn't get too far due to their inexperience and fear of the unknown that is outside of their run, but they did get out.

The Goldfish in the Rainbarrel: I guess they didn't get out, but due to the lack of rain, I might have to move them inside.

The San Juan bunnies: In my attempt to not befriend/tame this litter, they escaped twice while trying to move them into new pens/carrier pens. One was lost for over 24 hours, but we succeded in catching him with a heavy duty fishing net. Oddly enough, this is the first time I've ever lost a rabbit outside the shed. Hopefully, it is the last.

The heat is supposed to continue for the next week, so lets hope I can bribe the critters to stay put with ice cubes and frozen water bottles. I'll be darned if I have to haul out the extension cords and fans. Again.

(I even resorted to ice cream)

I Thought It Was A Mirage

I saw the funniest thing today! I was driving on a long stretch of road, where we usually can see deer, turkey or even an occasional black bear, I saw what looked like 3 dirt bikes coming toward me. As they got closer, I realized they were driving sortof slow, slow enough to have 3 cars lined up behind them. BUT. . . . . as I got closer. . . . . I realized they were not dirt bikes, but mopeds. Mopeds? At that point in my drive, we were about 15 miles from the city and it must have taken them a bit of time to drive that far at that speed, plus they were heading away from the city. The kicker is . . . . three little old ladies with white hair were driving them! And I swear, one of them had on a flowered nightgown.