A big one was hanging around the junk trailer I lived in, and I fired a .22 into the dirt in front of him. He just looked at me and said, “Don’t ever do that again.”
They say to be safe in bear country you should wear a bell and carry pepper spray. You’re lucky there were no grizzly bears in the area, though. You know how to tell black bear scat from grizzly bear scat? Black bear scat is smaller and contains berries and squirrel fur. Grizzly bear scat is larger and has bells in it and smells like pepper.
**cochrane **- that cracked me up!!! 
Good on ya!
Supper will be chickie-n-dumplins. The stew is simmering, and the dumplins will be dropped in the pot in half an hour or so. I’ve set a timer to remind me.
I’s hongree - I just had some pretzels for lunch so I need real food. It’s smelling yummy!
Boobio, I have a large bottle full of Kefflex. Turns out the “Worlds Largest Concert Promoter” will be fully funding my little adventure, scripts and all. Woohoo.
In other news, Hot Cop Action somewhere near me. Helo is circling above and patrol cars are blocking streets and rushing up and down.
Will fill you in later.
Cheers
Jim
Happy Birthday, Taters! Happy Birthday to all the Kaylaspeople.
The closest I come to a wild animal story is, oh, round about 1977 or 8. It was during those sweet years when my oldest boy was an only child. We went to the county fair and at the fair there was an elephant, a pretty good sized one, giving elephant rides.
The cost was pretty steep for our income, at the time, but it was an elephant! We had never seen elephant rides before. And the boy wanted to ride. So we checked. They didn’t have a minimum age or height. It was just a matter of whether he was willing to climb the stairs onto the waiting platform and cross over to the howda (no roof - open air - held about eight people in a line). He was three. He was willing. We decided we could afford one ticket.
The line was short and so was he, so they let him go to the front, because he wouldn’t block the view of anyone behind him. Everyone else in line was an adult and a few of them seemed a little nervous about stepping from the platform to the howda. We watched him being proud of how nicely he was waiting. We watched him march straight across to his place and sit down. (After that, no adult could make much of a fuss.) We watched the whole ride as the elephant was led in a big circle through the fair. The boy nearly glowed.
We never saw another elephant ride at any other fair. That was just as well. Brothers one and two came along and we really couldn’t afford more than one elephant ride. Sometimes it’s good to be the only one.
Happy Birthday Taters! And happy birthday to kayla and Kayla’s relatives !
Wild animals? I encounter wild Key Deer everyday. They aren’t too wild though. They are beggars and will come up for a scritch. Last night while walking my best friend Lucky Louie a little fawn barreled by us and nearly trampled my pride and joy. It skeered me.
Once when we lived in GA we lived in the middle of a pasture in a trailer. We started having a rat infestation. I don’t like rodents. We were trying to mouse trap them and there were many caught but many not. One late afternoon our little rat terrier dog commenced to barking up a storm in the master bedroom. When I went to investigate I saw a very big and long Rat Snake crawling up the wall on my side of the bed. We somehow got it out and moved very soon after. I have a snake phobia. Can’t even look at pictures of snakes.
I jetted from irk early as I irked on Sat. I am taking Louie everyday until his daddy comes home. I took a piece of mutton snapper out to thaw and will bake it up for dindin.
Here’s hoping everyone has a good rest of the week.
Happy birthday to Taters and all the Kaylas!
The closest thing I have to a wild animal story is the time my dog (who was then a large-ish puppy) chased a young black bear up a tree. It was . . . interesting. There were also a few incidents of wild turkeys sitting in the garden, looking around with interest at various flowers they were crushing. Their faces are actually really creepy - like a cross between a vulture and a housefly.
Now I’m going off to memorize various hormones of the endocrine system for a test tomorrow. Damn you, pituitary gland!
There was a Great Ice Storm ten or fifteen years ago. All the branches beside my driveway, about 300 feet, were bent over the drive, sparkling with ice.
Two deer, out foraging, looked from the street towards the house. It was like seeing them at the end of a bright, sparkling tunnel of crystals. I moved to try and get Mrs. Plant’s (v.2.0) attention, and they leaped away.
Time to knit. MWAH!!
I know Rosie will be heartbroken, and Flytrap ecstatic. It appears VWife and I will be moving to Australia.
Just remember, 100% of the wildlife and 76% of the rocks are poisonous.
Butters, I saw a couple of Key Deer when I was driving through.
I just see bunnies. No dog I’ve owned in the last 14 years has been interested in chasing them(especially not the beagles:dubious:).
Watching hockey, with 2 weeks of clean underoos in case of an accident.
Dude, they gave you their regard, it must be legit!
Send 'em the money they need and journey down under!
DogBut, what the f&%$ is a Hab? :dubious:
Ya think they take Mastercharge?
Howdy Y’all! Home from Men’s Night over to the church house. Ok, been home for a while but been on the phone with mom and sis for general chitchats since I got back to da cave.
cochrane HEE! Cracked me up!
Bobbio Dang! Certified Immigration Experts even! It must be for real! Send cash. That’s safer. 
And on that note I shall betake myself to bed. Irk beckons tomorrow dagnabbit!
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Don’t go. :eek:
My baked fish concoction was good. Walked the dog and cat. Gorgeous weather. Breezy, low humidity, in the mid 80’s. Perfect. 
It was a black bear. Bear sightings in that particular area are and were extremely rare. I’d hiked that trail many, many times in the past and the only wildlife I’d ever seen up there were an occasional deer, marmots (higher up in elevation), and chipmunks.
Loved the joke!
doggio, I find it hilarious that your beagles wouldn’t chase a rabbit. Even my dad’s late overweight, geriatric, half blind chihuahua would strain her leash when she saw or smelled a bunny or squirrel.
Supper’s over, I made the spinach strawberry salad for the potluck at work tomorrow, did the dishes and worked in the studio. I’s tahred.
Night all.
Short for Les Habitants, "farm boys. The French Montreal team got the rural kids, the English Montreal team(The Maroons) got the city boy. Thus endeth the Hockey History Lesson.
Heck, the bunnies used to sit on my stoop at my last place.
Ok, Kitten pictures can be mooned over here. Not that I don’t think you all will come up with wonderful, inventive names. I just threw it out to a larger audience.