Yes, I whine about the varmits in our garden. The chipmunks are so fat, you’d think they’ve swallowed bedroom slippers, the rabbits have nibbled my lilies into oblivion, and the damnsquirrels have aggravated my husband to one step shy of total lunacy as he yells and contrives diabolical plots to keep them off the bird feeders.
The birds planted sunflowers in my roses and I left them alone, thinking it would be fun to watch Goldfinches floating on a giant sunflower. A couple of days ago, the sunflower was at least five feet tall.
This morning when I watered my hanging baskets, the sunflower was looking good. A couple of hours later, I looked out the window and saw this:
What th’. . . ?
I don’t know which of the usual suspects to blame for this one. We’re in a fenced-in yard in the middle of the city. It’s not like a deer could wander in.
Just today, I read of a possible Bigfoot sighting a few counties away.
Should I report this?
Speaking of critters, here are more of BroJoe’s photos.
There were six (poults) babies, he said, but he couldn’t get them all in the picture.
I think my baby brother is a good nature photographer, but there is some evidence he may not HAVE good sense.
However, I like the picture. It reminds me of our beloved Akita.
Happy Father’s Day!