We just plucked this from the garden.
Gorgeous tomato. No tooth marks. I think we finally exported the miscreant who was eating our garden.
And that’s the tooth.
We just plucked this from the garden.
Gorgeous tomato. No tooth marks. I think we finally exported the miscreant who was eating our garden.
And that’s the tooth.
Our Havahart® trap has been busy lately. We caught Bugs again….
But then, after reading a bit about bunnies, we found out that they do not even like tomatoes. It appears that the tomato-eating culprit is this guy….
The ‘possum is less picky about what it will eat, and they do like tomatoes. This is a young one.
But then last night we found the Mother Lode…… literally.
We caught the Momma! This creature was not pleased at all at being stuck in that cage, and she even peed in the car to show us how disappointed she was. Fortunately, we had put down a plastic bag under the cage since ‘possums have a reputation for doing that sort of thing.
She was released into the wild to find her joeys and have a better life. The wetlands will certainly provide better options for them than our back yard does.
According to the interwebs, a group of ‘possums is called a “passel”. Well, we have certainly had a passel o’ ‘possums lately.
“Passel”. What a cool word. Too bad it doesn’t have a ‘postrophe in it.
We have our first ripe tomato of the season!
but thanks to the bunny….. it looks like that.
We are starting to sympathize with this guy,
I think that we might cut the bunny spit off of the tomato and eat it anyway.
Yuk.
We caught another one in the trap, but this bunny turned out to be a ‘possum.
Off we go to the woods again.
These suckers are fast. This guy is just a blur.
‘Possum is such a cool word. Like in the song…..
'Possum in a 'Simmon Tree Raccoon on the groun' Raccoon says, "You son-of-a-gun. Shake some 'simmons down".
What makes it cool is the ‘postrophy. That tune has ‘postrophe’s all through it.
This blog has been quiet recently because I have been busy building a bench to put in the mud room to have something to sit on while we change our shoes.
Since we first moved into the house, we have had a makeshift “bench”, of sorts.
Those are our patio chairs.
Now that I have retired, I have finally found time to build a proper bench. Here it is.
Of course, since I am a bit crazy, I dovetailed the whole thing together.
I think I am warming up to this retirement thing.
Hmmmm.. I am feeling a need to spend more time in our patio chairs now…. out on the patio.
We just got back from another vacation in Maine. It was a good trip, with the usual strange glitches…. for example the surprise side trip to Rio.
Here is the story behind the Rio trip.
One night, I woke up in the dark and wondered what time it was. So I picked up my watch and tried to turn on the back light to see the time. I pushed every button I could think of to turn on that light. No matter what I did, I could not get the light to come on, so I put it back on the night stand and went back to sleep.
When I woke up early the next morning, the watch thought we were in Rio.
The time was wrong too.
I had to use my new Smart Phone to download the instructions for the watch in order to put us back in Maine.
And then, there was the mouse in the car. Who ever gets a mouse in their car?
On Saturday morning we noticed on the way out to walk the breakwater that “somebody” had shredded the tissues we left in the car and made a nest out of them. We assumed that it was a mouse. The innkeepers loaned us their shop vac to clean up the mess, and we scoured the inside of the car for an hour looking for that mouse. We did not find it. We had the cleanest car in 7 states, and no signs of a mouse. So we figured that it had run away.
Just to be safe, the innkeepers loaned us a mouse trap to put in the car. Take a gander at this thing.
Yikes! That has teeth! Is it just me, or does that trap bear a spooky resemblance to the cartoon trap I drew in my previous post?
Anyway, that trap means business. And, in fact, the next morning we found the miscreant mouse expired in the jaws of the trap. I will spare you the trauma of seeing the photo of the hapless creature with its paws in the air, but the trap solved the mouse problem.
As I said, other than some strange side trips, the Maine trip was good. Here’s a photo of the view from the Inn.
Not bad.
Remember the cute little bunny in my previous post? You know, the one who was rumored to have been eating the flowers?
This guy.
Well, somebody said the word “Trap“, and this image immediately popped into my head.
But then, in the end, this is what showed up.
That is a Havahart® trap. All this trap does is close the door on the critter. It doesn’t eat him.
After a few days of the tricky bunny making off with the goodies and leaving the trap open, we finally snagged him.
So, off we went… up the road ,around the corner, across Main Street, half way to New Hampshire (well OK halfway to the next town)….. to the conservation area.
And we let the little guy go. He took off like a bunny.
See him?
Looks like there is a lot of grass to eat out there.
I made another loaf of bread. This is a recipe that makes an open crumb artisan bread. Check this out.
I made that! Here is what it looks like on the inside.
Here’s a closeup so you can see the awesome holes.
It was yummy too.
OK. OK. Yawn! I’m posting pictures of my dinner online. Boring.
So how about a cute bunny?
That guy is living in our back yard and eating our exotic flowers. Not our favorite bunny. Wascally Wabbit!
I went out to the garage to put the new charger for the new phones in the car. I decided to try the charger in the accessory port to see if it would work.
Hunh? Wazzat?
Yikes.
It’s like new too. Never used.
I guess I’ll leave it in there since there isn’t any other cover on the port.
Now, that’s an old car.
Today, I made a loaf of bread.
I have been studying better techniques for making artisan bread at home. I am all into autolyse and gluten and oven spring…..
Of course, I picked the very best day of the year to turn on the oven and bake something for a couple of hours, as our thermometers confirm.
Somebody stop me.