That Thing

Thing struck again and he really overstepped the boundaries this time.  I put up with so much from him:  the floor of the feed shed is littered with stored items flung from a wall of shelves, boxes torn open, bags ripped apart.  Long ago he chewed a hole in the scratch-barrel lid, and I even accepted that.  Yesterday I poured a new bag of feed into the barrel - and watched it spill out through a squirrel-size hole at the bottom.  This not a self-serve establishment, no matter what he thinks.  I hesitate to buy a metal trash can because the lids fit tightly and might create condensation inside, making the feed moldy.  Having found a way into this barrel, I'm afraid a new plastic can would be an exercise in futility.  That darned Thing.

Nature gave us a bit of a break.  After a rainy morning, after noon she relented and the clouds drifted over.  Bess and I went out to sit on the front porch to catch some rays.  It was warmer outside than in the house anyway.  Sure made for a pretty sunset.

If you don't count Thing, it was a good day.