Katie is out enjoying the garden while Mrs J is watering.
It’s official. Just before bed last night it was quite clear that Nick’s drake feather popped. Was 99% sure, because of his quack, he was a boy – but didn’t want to make assumptions. Not one of my ducks sounds the same, so figured no reason not to wait until we had a definitive answer.
Without further ado, here are Nick and his drake feather:
So it’s officially Nick and Nora. If they open their own detective agency, I’m sure it’ll make a good story…
For all the duck adventures, click here: Adventures In Ducks
It’s been 100 degrees plus here and I’ve been gone for a week, so I did something I don’t normally do – I bought Bixby a birthday gift. He turned 7 yesterday. Feels like he was just a puppy a minute ago.
I believe Mrs J was enjoying it when she told me that it was Miss Bea, not Homer, in the shot I put up yesterday. Might have been the “you senile old coot” she appended to her correction with a smile.
ETA: I titled this picture incorrectly. It’s Bea with Gabe. I have corrected my mistake. h/t Mrs J, who noticed.
A pizza topped with meatballs and cheeses.
Ollie watches Gabe and asks, “where’s the squirrel?”
Mrs J’s sharp eyes spotted a little mantis on her rescue rose this morning.
I have a huge backlog of pics featuring the no longer extant post feeder.
I also have a huge backlog of picnicking bird photos. This is from February.