Happy 4th of July! Let’s celebrate dammit!!
So it’s been really, truly, miserably, unbearably unseasonably hot here in North Florida which means the garden is mostly a burnt shell at this point. We are about a foot under average for rainfall and it’s grim.
Also grim, Ollie killed a young armadillo late the other night and it was…deeply disturbing. RIP little guy, sorry my dog is a psychopath.
But glimmers of hope on other fronts abound. I currently have six guinea keets I am raising in the barn in hopes they will grow big and bad and eat all of the ticks which is what they are known for, in addition to being hilarious to look at. I don’t have pictures at the moment so you’ll just have to trust me. They look like baby dinosaurs.
And mommy hen hatched five babies that as of this writing are still alive!
Only three are pictured but you get the idea. Adorableness
Jack approves of my new sweater drying rack
Roger may have figured out a way to keep the squirrels out of the bird seed:
#don’ttreadonmyseed
And I am having a real 90’s britpop moment having recently re-discovered this song and am currently enjoying the hell out of it:
Also I am going to see EL mother-effing O this Sunday and am beside myself. Go forth and be awesome everyone! Catch ya later…