Anybody want a cookie? How about a peanut?
It’s been a while since I wrote about our backyard guests.
Not for lack of guests.
Euste and Vasch are regulars, as are Agnes, Francesca and The Girls. Ophelia and Oaps are constant visitors. Haven’t seen Bill in a while. More hens, less Toms. They probably like it that way. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention The Coyotes. Such a delight, under the full moon’s light, they.
A few nights back, long before the recent Nor’Easter, the Kids and Mom came back, aka Hecate, Sheldon, Veronica and Porgy.
Porgy came up and asked if I wanted him to take my picture.
Mighty neighborly, don’t you think?
He settled for a cookie and some peanuts.
It’s a good thing.
Ah, dining under the stars with The Old Ones
We continue our parade of The Old Ones. Bill and The Girls
continue their daily visits. They usually wake us about 7-7:30AM if we aren’t awake by then, clucking and clacking in the backyard, promenading to and fro, letting us know there’s no seed available.
They’ve taught us well.
But this post is about my dinner with Opie (extra points to anyone who knows the homage) and more correctly, a gathering of The Old Ones for dinner.
Continue reading “My Dinner with Opie”
Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
Hello all and welcome to our first February Author Interview Plunge
. Today we’ll be talking with…umm…me
! I finally get my go at this with Jennifer “The Editress” Day
at the helm! Feel free to give me (and Jennifer) a big round of applause for taking part in our exciting adventure.
Continue reading “Joseph Carrabis – It’s Autobiography…I swear!”
Bill’s got quite the Flock! (Wha-ha wha-ha wha-ha)
Happy Holidays once more, friends.
I’m continuing the thread started with the Eve of Christmas Eve visitation of Ophelia the Opossum and the Christmas Eve visitation of Euste the Fox. This time I’m writing a follow-up to Agnes, Francesca and Bill.
Susan and I woke up Christmas morning with a wonderful, deep, sheltering snowfall causing the trees to bow in honor of WinterMan‘s passing. We don’t celebrate Christmas so much as recognize its cultural meaning, its significance in the collective consciousness. We also recognize the meaning of turkeys in many traditional and aboriginal ways of thinking.
Continue reading “Bill, Putting It On for The Ladies”
Euste and Vasch are planning, something Two-Legs do not. Or little.
Happy Holidays again, All.
I mentioned in Ophelia the Opossum that we’ve had many visitations and blessings here over the past few days. A few nights back we were graced by Horace, a healthy adult male black bear, standing some 5’6″-6′ and probably 250-300#. I didn’t notice him at first. There seemed to be a great shadow in the yard. Susan (wife/partner/Princess) said, “I think there’s a bear in our yard,” and sure enough, when we looked, he stared back at us, smiled and waved.
Continue reading “Euste the Fox”