I said where nooooo one expects ME TO BE, dangling over the drop off, and Mom would scoff, “Who, Quint? He’s not that kind of show off.” And Dad would say, “Quint, knock if off.” But sometimes, I do because sometimes it’s new and because, YOU SEE, I just gots to BE ME!
Okay, Quint, we hear you. And you can stop dangling over the edge now.
Our minds boggle when we look at Tessa sometimes. On this day, it was the way she was sitting. Feet one way, front paws the other way. How? . . . We can’t even . . . * boggle boggle * And she’s all like, “What?”
It’s finally full Spring here at Colehaus with trees and flowers bursting out all over the place. Some of our flowers are so bright, they’re almost hard to look at. We looked anyway.
You might be thinking, “Gee, they have a lot of Azaleas” . . . and you’d be right! We have a good amount of flowers. It’s just that the Azalea’s are blooming, heavily blooming, right now.
Peeky (official name Peekin’ Thru) is back! And she’s our returning raccoon this year. We know it’s her because of her signature ear notch. Here’s a photo of her last summer:
Peeky, a daughter of Peek-a-Boo (who passed last summer) seems to be our only raccoon visitor this year, and we like it this way. While we do not actively feed raccoons, we do have Iams kibble set out during daylight hours only for the neighborhood cats who visit. Scruffy, W, Wally Olly, P, Rusty, Mew Mew and that very aloof black cat whom Mom discovered last weekend may be partially deaf.
Raccoons only come out looking for easy food during daylight hours if A) they are starving/sick or B), if they are nursing young and need nutrition. We’ve been lucky in that all but one of our visiting raccoons since 2012 have been nursing young. Happy, the old, blind, deaf great grandmother raccoon was the only exception. She was a sweetheart who spent cold winter nights in one of our warmed feral shelters, and is most likely, the reason Peeky is here today. We look forward to meeting Peeky’s babies sometime later this month or next!
This pretty viola found a way away from all those boring purple violas struggling to take over a dry strip of flower bed. These go to seed fast and easily and Mom wishes she had five acres to let them do just that.
Lastly, Winston Wally Olly Porkchop doesn’t think that’d be the best use for five acres. Now, plant some catnip and we’ll talk!
We’re continuing to hang in there, and are sad that so many are in a boat similar to ours now. We feel blessed that we both still have jobs; Mom’s just ended seven weeks of hazard pay and Dad’s still working his customer support job from home, but with interviews and hiring at a standstill (at least still in our area), Dad’s not yet found anything better paying that will get and keep us out of the red at the end of every month. Once this is all over, there’ll be a lot of job competition out there. Dad’s more than ready to jump into that pool.
Thanks for visiting us and for reading. We hope you are all doing well and we send each of you our best wishes and thoughts. We will all get through this, together.
