Wild flowers & country boys

You have to be fast to find them as they don't last long in the field; lovely spring wild flowers.

Other than Butter-cups, I do not know their names but the retired-guy says the white ones with the beautiful fragrance are Milk-weed.

I had them on the table for all of five seconds when Annie decided they must be tasted, so up high they went to be admired from afar.

This morning I was outside by 7 a.m., checked on all three nesting mama birds (all look fine), did my patrol around the veggie gardens (no turkey tracks or nibble spots), fed the resident birds, Simon, and popped an apple in the apple holder. It looks like it's to be a gorgeous, cool day. Too cool for June.

Our grand-dog, Forrest, arrived with his over-night bag containing a sufficient amount of kibble, a chew toy, his tugging rope and a good, sturdy leash. He's here for the weekend and you couldn't find a happier dog. :) He's a country boy at heart and loves his long walks on my cousin's land.

                                               Dog-tired


                                          And here's another country boy. 
                                   Big, bold and beautiful.

 

 

our neighbour cat, David. 

Oh, I know he's here to do 'bad things',

I know cats

but by the time I'm done huggin' him 

and

rubbing his magnificent belly,

he forgets why he came over the fence and

happily heads home . 

=^..^=

"See ya, Dave."

Time to get outside again 

while the sun shines. 

I just realized this is 

'Hug Your Cat Day' 

so

you know what to do. :)

As soon as my ladies wake up

they'll be hugged.

(sorry Audrey)

hugs, Deb