Mom buys me toys to play with…but I don’t like them.

Mom throws me balls…I chase them sorta…Fuzzy and I used to place chase with each other, but not really.  We enjoyed chase the fox, or chase the squirrel, or splash in the ditch more.  Well, ummmmmmmm, Fuzzy enjoyed splash the ditch; I liked (and still do) GATHERING NEWS!!!

LOL!

News for the day!

Mom moved a couple of the garden toads from under my dog houses to her corral garden.

They really seem to like it out there…works better than getting living under my dog house.

We have frogs in the irrigation ditches!  I love, LOVE, to put my nose on them and watch them hop away.

Our yard is full of birds…they sing us awake every morning and chirp sleepy little songs in the evening to put us to bed.

Lots of Gambol’s Quail this year.  Dad is really happy we have more pheasants than last year.  We lost lots of pheasants a few years back and it’s taken awhile for them to recover.

There are baby raccoons in one of the trees in the yard.  Cute little things!

There are raccoons in the yard, in the farm yard, and out of the ditch.  There are as many raccoon as there are fox; is seems.

As for the home front—Sammy does a very good job of keeping the mice down.  (I’m glad that his job…it’s NOT something I’m ever going to do—Fuzzy would do it, but NOT ME!)

Well, that’s the news for today.  I’m off, now, to get ready and bark the mailman down the road…he should be coming anytime now.

Boomer