I'm laughing - I never expected to get mail on my blog so I forgot to check it. Duh! Okay, I'm working on fixing that. Thank you all for the encouragement, I'm going to need the support so I'm saying thank you up front.
My house has turned into wild kingdom. I now have a family of rabbits in the central back garden. One groundhog who has lived here for at least a full season under the shed. I saw him last year doing clean up under the apple trees. He seems in shape and I'm now wondering if the one I saw yesterday near the hedgerow is the same one or another one. I'm praying the same or if not at least the same sex. On expert account, groundhogs come in fours. But then I'm thinking back to my questioning days and remembering someone say that groundhogs make two holes. If that is the case this guy is in tremendous physical condition; it's 400 ft to the hedgerow if he dug the whole way under ground. And there is a healthy red fox who I spotted at 4 am. Don't ask, Tori wanted to go out...no, I was not happy. Back to the fox, he was eating something and I feared it was part of the rabbit family. I did check at true daybreak and no evidence of him or the early breakfast. Was I dreaming?
I'm all for the animals and try to live peacefully among them. However, Dad told me that Robin told him that a coyote killed two lamb down the road a bit and the farmers are packing for a hunt tonight. Robin said, so you better tell Gy to keep the dogs inside tonight. Now what the heck is that about?
I want to get the Marshall. I don't know where he is but in the movies it takes days for him to get there. Interesting the timing of all the vote for me signs about in the county. I don't recall one for Marshall so I don't even know his name. Certainly, the sheriff is of no use; when in the movies did you ever see the sheriff solve a crime? It's disturbing to think my dogs in their private yard would be in danger because of packing farmers. The visual of this posse was frightening. And knowing that we have well over 2,000 open acres and finding one very full coyote was what? less than one in a million? Somebody could get hurt! Have a heart attack.
Okay enough of this can't we be civilized? They weren't kidding; I don't have anything to pack! I need a horse, oh, Hummer...it's time to get the Marshall; the posse is forming.
In the new frontier of Colourful Stitches...Gyleen