The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — March

Posted on March 9, 2012 by Dayphoto

Finally, Fuzzy and I, Mom and Dad have made it through the mud days of March. March is spring for us here in Western Colorado…..well, at least our part of Western Colorado.

March is also the time of mud, wind, and little green shoots of weeds and such.

March is still cold. There isn’t much anyone can do about it. Fuzzy and I are still wearing our heavy outside fur, and Mom and Dad are still in their carharts and sometime mud shoes.

But the bulk of the calves

and the lambs have been born and the best of all……the days are growing longer and longer!

Winter’s darkness (which squishes you at both ends of the each and every day) is gone! Gone until sometime next year! GONE!

Fuzz and I love it!

Around here everyone is glad to see March arrive. It’s the time when all the farming starts, and well….that’s what we are about. Stirring the soil, having the seeds delivered, fertilizing the ground, getting everything ready to plant.

Dad has started ‘opening the ground’, which means he is doing tractor work, which means there is always some little grandchild that likes to ride with Grandpa, up and down, up and down. They do get bored after about three rounds, but they still want to be up high on the tractor with Grandpa.

I love helping Dad…we go out and do shovel work together.

Fuzzy would like to go, but he has trouble doing too much. We do lots of chasing of things around the yard, but he really can’t walk much past the haystack area.

I love Fuzzy. I only go with Dad if he invites me, because I worry that Fuzz will be disappointed he can’t go.

Anyway spring is here, folks! And Fuzz and I are happy dogs!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—The Government Hunter and Trapper

Posted on March 2, 2012 by Dayphoto

Boomer and I have been seeing and hearing those wily coyotes quite a bit lately. Ever since we did some night singing with them, they have been, hum, well, L.O.U.D! They have even been right in the fields between Hank’s house and our place.

I guess we shouldn’t have mocked them the other night. (It was fun.)

We’ve been real silent when we hear and see them in the fields close by…the last thing Boomer and I want (and Sammy the Cat) is those wild yellowed-eyed mean ‘ol coyotes coming on INTO the yard, ours or Hanks!

I think the main reason they are so close, so very close, so very, very, very close it is uncomfortable is the new calves popping up all over the place.

The other new predators we have are the ravens and the crows. Mom’s been trying to get a photo of the two of them (the ravens and the crows), but they are slick, slick, slick. Just as soon as she gets close enough to take a photo they fly off.

Now the reason we don’t want the ravens and the crows hanging around is the same reason we don’t want the coyotes….the brand new baby calves.

You see ravens and crows love nothing more than to eat eyeballs. And if they can peck-out a newborn’s eyeball and smack it down for a delicious little lunch, then by golly they do. The Mom cows are pretty good about taking care of the new little kidlets, but still all in all those huge black birds are a danger.

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Boomer and I run out into the field whenever we see the huge black birds hopping alongside a new born calf, barking and baying. They flutter up with in a swoosh and then settle right back down. But if we have done a good job, the Momma cow has moved in even closer so we dogs can’t get up by the baby. Or she has run off down the field with the calf, either way we hope the birds leave.

They really aren’t afraid…the birds, I mean. They just fly up a short ways in the air, then settle back down after we turn around and leave.

It took Mom and Dad a little while to figure out we weren’t trying to chase the cows…..I WOULD NEVER CHASE A COW IN MY LIFE—–I AM A COW DOG!!!!! And Boomer?! Well, Boomer just runs along doing whatever I do, so he is basically harmless. When they yell at us to get back into the yard… NOW! We hurry back as fast as our legs can takes us. Then I look at Mom and Dad with indignation and hurt written all over my face. Boomer just smiles and swaps his tail on the ground in a most sincere way. (I can’t whap my tail as I only have a tiny little short one).

Since we seem to be having lots of predator activity Dad talked to the Government Hunter and Trapper. He said there have been a slew of complaints about the coyotes, the fox and the ravens. He said they are working to thin down the populations in the draws surrounding us for about 5 miles in both directions. So I guess we just wait and be very vigilant.

Boomer says we have to stay vigilant and valiant, Hank says he will help.

Mom said, “You boys, you just take care of your yard— the rest of the farm, the draws, the swamp, and the hillsides are up to the rancher, who is renting out our place for his first year heifers, the government hunter and Dad.”

I agreed, the 4 acres of yard, sheds, and barns are enough for Boomer and me.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Night Singing

Posted on February 24, 2012 by Dayphoto

Friday nights are basketball nights. Well, not for Mom and Dad, but for Hank’s people. They load up in their van and head off to the local high school to watch the Girl’s play and then watch the Boy’s play. If they leave right after the kids get home off the bus they can watch the J.V. Girls play and then the J. V. Boys play, after those groups play, then the Varsity Girls play and then last is the Varsity Boys. It’s a long, long night of basketball.

Mom says you develop bench-butt, — after seeing all their kids through all the sports: Football, Volleyball, Basketball, Track, Swimming, and now Soccer (For Blade) she said they will wait until the grandchildren start the Jr. High and High School sport process to go sit for hours and hours on hard benches.

So off goes Hank’s family for hours and hours and hours of ball.

That leaves Hank at home……alone….with just his shock collar on, the four cats, and two goats, and their 2 chickens. (Hank can’t go out by the chicken pen; they fixed his collar to stop him BEFORE he gets to the chicken pen. I think it had something to do with the little incident up here last week that got him banned when Mom’s hens are out, I think.)

Just so you can get a good picture in your mind of how things happened you need to know that Hank lives a little more than a football field away from us. Hank has a white fence all around his house, but on the side that faces our house is a gate. When the family is gone Hank goes out the gate and sit close to the fence (he would get shocked if he goes too much further out) and ‘talks’ to us.

Fuzzy and I walk over to the hole in the hedge and sit outside the electric fence (we could run over to see him but we would get in trouble) and we ‘talk’ back.

It used to be Hank —- when it was really, really cold this winter that Hank would holler “Grammme, come get me!” for ever so long. Finally Mom would get in the car drive down and get Hank and bring him home to play with us. She would call Mom-mom and tell them she had Hank and that they need to come by and pick him up on the way home.

It’s warmer outside now so she doesn’t go get Hank.

Anyhoo, Hank, Fuzzy and I were talking back and forth: “Bark, Bark, Howl, Bay, HOOOOOOOOO, Bark, Bark, Bark!”

“Woof, woof, woof”

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“That’s enough!” Dad said as he was coming in from working out in the shop.

So we stopped for a little while.

Then Hank barked over asking us why we stopping talking. Fuzzy told him Dad pretty much told us to hang up the phone.

“Oh,” Hank replied. “Where is Grandpa now?”

“Inside”, I barked back.

“Good” We can talk again.” Hank woofed at us

The night was starting to get to going good, the sun had set and the sky was turning a dark blue, as we picked up our conversation where we left off.

Suddenly…

The coyotes started yipping into our conversation—“Hey, you dumb dogs; you are nothing but soft dollops of pudding pots.”

“What?!” All three of us barked back in surprise.

Then the game was on….

“Bark, Bark, Bark!” —Us

“Yip, Yap, Yip”—Coyotes

“Bark, Bark, Bark!” —Us

“Yip, Yap, Yip”—Coyotes

“Bark, Bark, Bark!” —Us

“Yip, Yap, Yip”—Coyotes

We gave them a good run for their money, and we were winning too.

Fuzzy warned both Hank and I not to get careless now, we are winning this deadly game of ‘copycat mocking’ so we high-tailed it back into our yards. (Hank to his back step and Fuzzy and I to our back step.)

Back safely I gazed around the whole yard…everything was quiet. “I guess we beat the coyotes at the copycat game, Fuzzy!”

We both felt so happy we starting laughing, we laughed so hard that we fell down and rolled in the grass and grabbed our sides it hurt so much we were laughing so hard.

Sure was a good feeling!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Hank and the Chickens

Posted on February 17, 2012 by Dayphoto

Well, it happened! Hank has been banished to his yard when our chickens are out. Banished! (But only when the Chickens are out, Mom said.)

(This photo was taken last summer, Mom liked the colors so used it here for the story.)

See here is what happened….

Well, maybe I had better defend Hank first; you have to understand Hank must have bird dog in him, that is my story and I’m sticking to it.

Hank was up visiting when he told Boomer and me that he sometimes has dreams of eating a whole chicken all by himself. (He said this as one of the chickens walked across the road in a scurry to get to Mom as she was bringing out the scraps for the day.)

He went on to say that he caught a mallard duck down at the swamp, (before he got his lovely shock collar) brought it home and had a great feast until Mom-mom and the kids got home. There was lots of ‘bad dog’ and other things that made Hank have a heavy heart.

I looked at him rather surprised, “You mean wet chicken don’t you?” The kind that comes without bones and is all canned up and well, very dead?” I asked him.

Boomer looked at Hank with a totally blank look on his face…”Why would you want to eat something that you have to chase, mug and then de-feather?” he asked Hank.

We both stared at Hank…his eyes were glazed over and drool was coming off his mouth. “Your mouth is watering, Hank!” Boomer sort of screamed at Hank.

“Slurp, slop, drool. Gosh I’m sorry. Slurp…slurp…chickens are just dumb birds….slurp, which are placed on this earth to slurp…”

“Gosh, sorry! The strain is just too much.” Hank said as his stood up. “I think I had best go home now.”

“You can’t go home, Hank. Your people brought you up here to stay with us until they get back from going to Grand Junction.” Boomer pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I had better, hummm, go sit around in the sun on the other side of the house.”

Hank’s eyes seemed to drift over to where Mom was and all four of the hens, even as his feet were moving him over to the east side of the house.

Suddenly one of Mom’s chicken’s decided to run to the front yard, just spread her wings out and took off running, sort of like an airplane heading for a take-off.

That is when Hank took off.

That boy is fast, I can give him credit for that!

Mom saw Hank and knew just what he had in his little Hank pea-brain.

“HANK!” she yelled “You have better not……………………………………!!!!”

She got to where the chicken was —– just after Hank got there.

I sure didn’t know Mom knew how to play football, and I think Boomer and Hank didn’t know it either, but hummm, well she must, because she tackled that dog just as he was trying to dodge around Mom.

The chicken squawked and flapped and ran fast as her hen legs could carry her to the hen house, the other three chickens squawking and clacking right along with her.

Hank found out that attacking Mom’s chickens is a serious crime on our farm and doing so will get a guy in big trouble.

Mom feeds those chickens and pets on the hens every day. Every day she gets anywhere from three to four eggs from them and she takes a very dim view on anything that wants to hurt (eat) her hens!

A VERY dim view!

Hank found out how dim her view can be.

So now Hank can’t come over if the chickens are out.

No siree.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — That was That

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Dayphoto

Boy was I ever happy. Mom showed up and the just like Fuzzy said the coyotes left.

I don’t know when they left but they did. I ran all the way to the edge of the cow pasture just as Mom got there and started jumping up and down and whapping my tail in the air I was so happy to see her. It took Fuzzy longer to get there, well a spell longer, but he did make it.

We were both so very glad to see Mom.

When we looked where the coyotes were….well, they were gone, just like Fuzzy said they would be.

But not forever, I wish they were. They could go down and live at the river, which would be a good place. Or they could head up to the plateau; I’ll bet they would enjoy living up there.

Mom said she was glad she got there in time. She was afraid that I, the Boomer, was going to do something that would cause the coyotes to think they had to put me in my place.

I guess Fuzzy is right. I have lots to learn, but this lesson I have learned well—-stay with Mom at all times.

{I wonder if I will be able to do that…….????}

Mom said it was starting to thaw out here so we better walk on back.

On the way I smelled ever so many interesting things, we saw two robins…and a tiny flock of bluebirds…Mom says that is a sign spring is on its way.

We ran into some into a hen pheasant…boy those birds sure are noisy and we saw two red-tailed hawks circling something in the front hay field.

They weren’t circling Mom’s hens, because they don’t come out now unless Mom is working outside close to the hen house. Not because Mom doesn’t let them out, but because the hens won’t go out unless Mom is close by. They told us that we dogs aren’t much help in protecting them. Humph! Who can see things that swoop out of the sky as fast as a falling star, I want to know.

We saw lots of rabbit trails and mice tracks everywhere.

The walk was long because we have to stop and let Fuzzy rest here and there, but we made it back to the house.

Mom brought out two bowls of canned dog food …a real yummy treat…and some fresh water. Then Fuzzy and I took a nap.

We scratched up the blankets in our dog houses and settled in for a spell.

After a while we went to lie in the sun. Now that is some sleeping!

Warm sun on you! Dreams so sweet your feet twitch and you smile in your sleep.

The walk couldn’t have ended any better!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Continued

Posted on February 3, 2012 by Dayphoto

Two golden-eyed coyotes, just sitting on the sagebrush hill watching our every move. Boomer thought they were heading our way, but they just walked out of the brush and sat down.

“W—-what do they want, Fuzzy?”

“I-I’m not sure. I can’t see them real well, so you are going to have to be my eyes for me, Boomer.”

“O-okay, Fuzzy. Just tell me what you want to know.”

“Where’s Mom? That’s the most important question and the second important question is tell me when they start to move.”

“Al-alright, Fuzzy, I’ll will.”

“Well, where is Mom? Remember that is the first important question.”

“Oh, yeah, right, but if I take my eyes off the coyotes how will I know they move?”

“Be fast, son! Be real fast! But Find Mom! We have to know if she is safe. We also have to know if she is coming to find us.”

“Look quick and then look back at the coyotes. You have a general idea of where Mom was the last time we checked.”

“O-okay.”

“Well…..”

“Hummmmm she is coming off the cactus hill and heading for the dirt bridge that crosses the pond.”

“Is she walking?”

“Well, no, sort of run sliding.”

“Have the coyotes moved?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot!”

“Boomer! You can’t forget! You have to be fast and in charge. “

“HOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“NO, Boomer! Don’t bay!” I gave him a writhing look.

“But I want MOM!!!!”

“Well, look for her!”

“But the coyotes are grinning at us!!!”

“YIPES!”

I took a moment to collect my thoughts and breathe deep. “Okay, Boomer. Chill for a moment. Have they MOVED?!!”

“Wellllll, no.”

Whew!

“Okay, tell me where Mom is”

She is crossing the edge of the pond right now and moving fast around the swamp, she should be here pretty sooooooooooooooooooooooon!”

“BOOMER! DO NOT BAY! What are the coyotes doing?”

“They haven’t moved they are just sitting there staring at us as though…as though they can’t believe what they are seeing.”

“Good. That’s good, Boomer. As soon as Mom gets here I’ll just bet you will see them melt back into the brush.”

“Good! When they go I’ll give them a happy little wave good-bye!”

“No! Don’t do that! If you do that they will be over here in a flash. Faster than you can hoooo for Mom.”

About that time I could see Mom was walking up the little grade toward the cow pasture.

The coyotes saw her too.

Coyotes understand if you have a gun and can shoot at them. They also understand what a gun looks like. Mom says coyotes help keep the rodent population down, but when they decide to take down a calf or come into the yard then coyotes have to learn lessons.

But Mom didn’t have a gun, she only had a camera.

“Here comes Mom, Fuzzy! I can see her!”

“I see her too, Boomer, it won’t be long now until the coyotes will see her and leave. Well, at least melt into the sagebrush and rabbit brush so Mom won’t be able to see them.”

“Oh, goody! We will be safe as soon as Mom gets here.”

“I sure hope so, Boomer. I sure hope so.”

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Cow Pasture

Posted on January 27, 2012 by Dayphoto

Boomer and I decided to go up to the cow pasture, without Mom. Well, Mom was around — she was over on the sagebrush hill looking for something that nature framed for the Sunday Stills assignment.

The snow is gone and the mud is thick, we headed up early so the mud wouldn’t be a problem, you can’t go late because late would be would be way early morning and none of us would like to travel up there in the dark.

Boom and I saw lots of stuff…the bees were out. It warmed up enough they wanted to see if there was anything to eat and to do some house cleaning. We didn’t hang with them too long.

We checked out lots of smells…

raccoon, skunk, and a couple of badger dens. I think the badgers must still be sleeping. Boom left his mark everywhere. I tried to match him, but I just couldn’t keep up with that young bladder.

“Hey, Boom!” I yelled. “There are skunk smells over here!”

“Wow! Really! Wait just minute I’ll be there!

We sniffed around quite a bit, then decided that maybe we had better NOT follow the skunk smell. It was pretty fresh so we knew we could find it and where it is holed up for the winter.

“Er Fuzz?”

“Yeah?’

Maybe we better not go any further…the last time I found a skunk Mom made me get three baths and to sleep outside for several days. And that was spring. It’s still pretty cold to sleep outside and I don’t think either one of us really wants a bath, let alone three baths.”

“Good idea, Boomer! Let’s head on over to the Fox den and see if Freddy the Fox is still sleeping in there. He might be gone because Evan has been hauling some of the wood over to his house for his fireplace.”

“Cool, Sure! “

“Come on let’s go!”

So off we went. The pile was a little slimmer, but not much. We sniffed around for some time. Mom was way over on the cactus hill (that’s what Boomer and I call it, because it has lots of cactus and you have to be careful where you run). We could see her so we knew she was alright.

Suddenly I got a strange sensation, sort of like a creepy feeling…the hairs on the back of my neck picked up …. I cut my eyes both ways and then put my nose to the wind.

Boomer was busy sniffing in the hole and all around the wood…

“Yep, Evan’s been here. Oh, yes, and so have Mom and Dad….humm, I think they took about a cord of wood…

“Boomer!” I whispered.

“Boomer!” I said a little louder “something strange is happening!”

“Yeah,” he whispered back…”there are two coyotes standing right over there looking at us.”

“HUH?!?!” (This getting old is not good; I used to have really sharp eyesight and keen hearing).

“They are?” I asked. “What are they doing?”

“Well, hum, they look sort of hungry and they are heading our way”

(to be continued………)

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Out for a Ride

Posted on January 20, 2012 by Dayphoto

Our snow didn’t last very long. Well, let me rephrase that…the sky snowed all day and part of the night, but the next day warmed up to 35* so it all melted. (—except for the stuff that was left from December and is frozen solid to the ground!)

Then the temperatures dropped back down to around 28-30*. Cold enough Boomer and I stayed inside most of the time.

Mom said she was getting cabin fever so we all had to go outside.

Darn it.

I like just lying around and sleeping by the fire.

Boomer sleeps right next to the fire, but I don’t. I sleep on the back porch where it’s cool enough I don’t start panting and Mom makes me go outside to cool down. For the record, if Boomer starts panting he has to go outside also.

Anyhoo, Mom was feeling house bound so we all took off for a ride on the open fields. I ride with Mom. It’s hard to jump up anymore, but Mom lifts me up and away we go.

Boomer loves to run, so he gets to run.

Everything was ever so much fun!

When we got back, Dad had company. The neighbor down the road had ridden his four-wheeler over and his dog, Pepper came with him.

I hope Dad doesn’t see what Pepper did…Pepper will get really yelled at.

This is Boomer, Dad won’t yell at Pepper, because Pepper isn’t his dog, but Dad will NOT be happy, let me tell you. Then we dogs will get a real talking too about NOT PEEING ON THE SAME SPOT!

Sure is hard to not add our smell to Pepper’s we try really hard to wait until Dad leaves and goes someplace else and can’t see us.

I guess you know what happened when Dad when in the house.

Heheheh

Fuzzy and Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Chicken Attack!

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Dayphoto

When the weather was warmer and we were all enjoying it, Mom decided that the ‘girls’ could go outside and peck around for a while. They had been really restless, pecking on the run plastic, trying to flap out the door whenever Mom went in to do something for them-gather eggs, refresh their feed, or bring in clean water.

After a very beautiful day, in which Mom and Dad were going to be gone, Mom promised the ‘girls’ if the next day was nice they could get outside, once all their eggs were laid, and have a really good dust bath and peck around.

The next day came, it was beautiful…all four eggs were laid by 11:00 in the morning so the ‘girls’ got to go OUT!

There was much joy, running and flapping and cheerful squawking as they made their way into the mud and snow of the farm yard.

Fuzz and I just watched, and then we decided they were not very entertaining so we headed back with Mom to the house and begged to come in.

We should have stayed outside.

Fuzzy and I feel really super bad, because we didn’t stay outside and guard those hens. Mom says she feels bad too.

But we didn’t.

So the deed was done.

(If you want to see a photo of the hurt, Mom would send it to you. Maybe someone out there could tell her who tried to eat her chicken)

But by whom..?

That is the Million Dollar Question!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I rounded up the hens and put them away. They didn’t want to go. They had run into the lilac bush and were standing in there frozen in terror. Fuzz and I talked about whom or what could have done the deed.

So we sat out to find out…we sniffed here and there and everywhere.

While we were out looking for the culprit, Mom was doctoring the hen. First she cleaned the neck and shoulder wounds up really good with warm water, gave the hen a few drops of liquid baby vitamins, and a mashed up half of a baby aspirin.

The hen let her, I guess she was in shock, then she covered everything in salve, after which she placed the hen in a dog crate in the hen house in a warm location.

That was three days ago and the hen is doing well. The wounds are healing over and the stress is gone from the hen’s eyes.

She has even laid two eggs!

Fuzzy and I have been on the lookout, but we haven’t figured out what happened yet. Since the dastardly deed happened in broad daylight who knows—-hawk/crow/raven maybe?

Mom sat a live trap out with really yummy smelling cat food (I kept trying to get at it, Mom was NOT happy me about it. But GEEZ it smells GOOD) just in case it was a skunk.

Since all this happened our temperatures have dropped back down to typical January temps….the high is 22-29* and the lows -2-5* at night. If it was a skunk he/she went back into hibernation.

If it was a hawk/crow/raven…he/she WILL be back!

In the meantime…Fuzzy and I will be on guard and ready to bark all predators away!

Very Serious,

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —January

Posted on January 6, 2012 by Dayphoto

The January Thaw has arrived! Boom and I love January Thaws…it warms up ya see.

It warms up enough that I don’t like sleeping in the house. I go outside (I know how to open the back door and go out, Boomer has NEVER figured it out. HEE HEE) and sleep in my dog house.

Now I have to admit sometimes I go out and want to come back in sooner than when Mom comes looking for me. See I go out when I get hot, that can be when everyone is asleep in the house. Then I have to wait until Sam the cat wants out——he jumps on the bed and runs all over Mom to wake her up so she will let him out — or Mom just gets up. Mom always comes to check on us dogs and if I’m not there she knows I’m in the dog house.

When you are old you can’t curl up like you use to be able to do….so I scratch up my dog blankets real good and waller down real deep in them. Even though the dog houses are covered up with lots of blankets and stuff, when the night runs on into morning…well, then, I want to come inside and sleep on my orthopedic bed.

So sometimes I have to wait.

Anyhoo, where was I?

Oh, yes!

The January Thaw is here!!! The days have warmed up considerable. Boom and I have taken to checking out things, you know…who has been walking on our property, what sort of news is on the corn stalks and maybe just maybe we can find Freddy Fox’s house.

Boomer is never still….he runs EVERYWHERE! Up and down and back. He runs off and then comes to find me.

(Actually, I like that he comes back and checks on me, I sometimes slip and sprawl a little bit so I have to wait until everything stops hurting and gets back to usable.)

We smelled lots of bird tracks, we even flushed up a pheasant hen and her guy…those birds are LOUD! Finding them was pretty nice; we haven’t had pheasants on the places for about three years. Boomer supposed to be a hunt’n dog but he didn’t even understand what happened. Just ran on, nose to the ground. I stopped and pointed so Mom could see. (She was with us.)

On we went over to the equipment area, then up to the back 40, then over to the Upper End which is where I found it……………………………!!!!

Freddy Foxes hidey hole!

Pretty cool!

I was clear inside when Mom got there….I didn’t want to get out, but she made me. Boom never saw it, so I told him all about it when we were resting in the sun later.

When we got back to the house Mom said we had better enjoy this because it is supposed to snow Saturday and colder weather will follow.

Mom asked if we wanted to come inside, but Boomer and I decided we wanted to hang outside. Even Sam the Cat hung with us. Sam rolled around in the sawdust by the wood pile and Boomer and I lay in the sun next to the house.

Sure is nice, these warmer temperatures.

Fuzzy