Sunday in pictures

This morning I cleaned out the chicken coop.  If you could have heard them, you would have thought I was killing them all. They carry on so when I am in there with NO food.  I have learned not to spend the time putting the clean straw in all neat and even. They put it exactly where they want it, so I just let them do it. This is the way I left the house for them.

I do the same with the coop. I put the straw in, and they decorate. I will get pictures tomorrow to show what they do with it.

I canned two jars of pickled beets. ( Why do they call it canned when it is really jarred?) No need to do more, as I am the only one who will eat them. They are really pretty.

I asked Brando Von Gogh how is ear was healing.  He responded, “Give me a cookie and no one gets hurt.”

This is what one of the wasps nests looked like, after the tenants were evicted.  I am guessing the the white are eggs. Maybe not.

Our poor, old Maudie is spending her summer sleeping on the front porch. She comes in when she wants, but usually it is only to eat and drink. Sometimes I do not know if she even knows where she is.  It is sad.  She is seventeen now, and our vet said only one in sixty cats lives to be that old.  In her day, she was a great huntress. She, all by herself, reduced the population of moles in North Carolina.