I shut the connecting window into the feed room first thing yesterday, feeling delightfully evil as I did so. All day I kept imagining little whiskered noses pressed against the glass like kids outside a toy store or, more likely, a bakery. In between hearing "We Are The Champions" (Queen, 1977), I worried about retaliation. I doubt that Thing is going to take this sitting down. If he and his minions organize, I could be in big trouble. One possible scenario is that they will chew through the wall and take revenge. The best possible outcome, of course, is that they would all move on and become someone else's problem (dream on). To be continued....
Shortly after returning from the barn (no squirrels!), my friend Harold called with an invitation to meet for lunch that I was happy to accept. Funny how leaving home to do something fun with a friend is so different than a trip to the store or the doctor's office. Harold is good company and lunch was delicious (and the cafe was air conditioned!). It was a most pleasant break in the day.
The temperature has been climbing incrementally and the deck plants were gasping so watering was next on the to-do list. Robert the Raider is evidently Mexican, as he discovered the epazote plant and broke stems and ate leaves, leaving that perennial herb a disaster. My deck is so sad. Every pot, and there are many, used to be filled with flowers that I changed with the seasons. Now, I can't justify the money to provide feed for the squirrels. The only thing left in most pots is garlic chives. At least they do put out a pretty seed head and they're just about ready to bloom, so I have something to look forward to. Chives are not to Robert's liking, heh heh heh.
Cam and Honey came by in late afternoon. Celeste is my early warning signal. She takes off like a shot at the first sound of an engine and doesn't come out of hiding until she hears that engine leave. Ralph, on the other hand, is becoming quite social. He has taken the measure of Honey, knows she's no threat, and even rubs against her when she lies down. He's pretty funny, although I don't know how Honey feels about that.
I had to put the kids to bed by flashlight. Counting beaks as I do every night, I discovered that the little red hen didn't make it. Doggone it. My flock is reduced to seven hens and Tzar Nicholas. I see chicks in my future next spring.
It was a sad ending to a good day.