Daughter #2's Photography

I'm so amazed at what comes out of her camera.

And she never edited any of these photos.

Playing Possum

To Daughter #2 dismay, she returned home last night to find a possum being accosted by Dutch. 

You know Dutch if you've read any part of my blog entry's... he's unpredictable, genius, annoying and extremely afraid of any bad weather. So the other night when Daughter #2 returned home from work, she was taken back when she saw Dutch and a blob laying on the ground hissing. Dutch should have been scared but instead he picked up the blob aka. possum by the scruff of his neck, looked directly east and then west while the creature dangled from his mouth and than ran off into the woods with the snarling creature. 

Am I using too many commas today?

Any who.

It was a traumatic event to say the least.

So traumatic for Daughter #2 because she thought the garden hose was a snake. And every other noise and object outside has made her very jumpy.

We don't like possum here. Their dung can kill horses, did you know that?

I think I am using too many comma's today.

I'm sure God has a purpose for Possums.

I just wish they could be a purpose in someone elses yard,

Java Girl aka Queen of the comma

If You Ever Come Across a Caged Lion....

 Sunny thinks he's a lion... and he found his way into my birdcage that I bought at Hobby Lobby.

 I love the five stages that he went through during the one min he was incarcerated. Above he was in predator mode.

 Second he was in cleaning mode and started sweep out the cage.

 Thirdly, he was in alert mode.

 Then clean thyself mode.

And lastly, my favorite. Refection mode and the realization of being in complete captivity.

Don't forget to scratch your cat for me today,

Java Girl

The Mockingbird

Today my youngest daughter and I were sitting on the porch. We were enjoying the 60' weather and watching the horses graze while we drank ice tea. And then sweet little daughter noticed that I couldn't whistle today, at all.... the truth is that I've never been a good whistler. And on a good day when the wind is blowing right, you might hear a faint sound come from my beaked lips... but not usually. And little daughter is a relentless tease and she liked noting that I couldn't and she could. Whistle.

So as luck would have it she started to demonstrate that she could whistle better than me and so she did. But what we didn't expect was that far off in the distance the exact sound of her whistle. She whistled again... and there we heard it again! We were so excited that this bird was so near by and ready to duplicate my daughter's whistle.

Sitting there on the porch and the wonderment of the fact that a mockingbird was right near our home just made us get more excited.... until we heard a big hoot from an owl and suddenly realized that right behind our lawn chairs is my bedroom and that Hubby was the mockingbird!!!! And the owl.

This has been a problem with our marriage from the dawn of time. He always seems to be in the right spot at the right time and you never hear him. The other problem is that I'm a bit gullible, which I've passed on down to my daughters. And so you have it.

I guess I should have called this blog To Kill a Mockingbird,

Java Girl