Push and Pull

 

Each night when it is time to let Clovie out of his room I move the fencing away so he can go upstairs to play. Lately I've noticed I have a little helper. I pull the fencing out while Clovis insists on (impatiently) pushing.  Am I not fast enough or what?

 

Free at last...

 

Outside Looking In

Clovie hears something outside his window. It's me out on a hot summer night turning off the sprinkler. I look in and say hello.

He's so darn cute, he makes me smile.



Good Day, Sunshine

It is a good day when you have sunshine in the Northwest.  Summer took forever to get here.  I took this picture of Mt. Rainier today.  This great view of the mountain happens to be from atop the Pierce County Landfill. What a waste of good real estate. (Is there a pun in there?) You're probably wondering why anyone would choose to go to the dump on such a beautiful sunny day...

Clovis and I spent some time together enjoying the cool morning air from the open windows in his room. We had a pile of greens, carrot sticks, strawberries, coffee, and the Sunday paper. Hard for me to believe he is turning six.

Happy Birthday Clove! And many more.

Offended

Clovis likes to be petted but only on his terms. When he's ready he'll flatten himself like a pancake and shut his little eyes. When he's had enough he runs off and gives himself a bath. Our cat bathes after I pet her too.

I'm a little offended. I keep my hands pretty clean...

Here Boy!

Clovie gets free reign of half the house almost every night. (The other half is for Minnow, our cat.) He heads up the stairs and hangs out.  We can hear him race up and down the hallway and the heavy thump of his back feet as he roams around the rooms upstairs.

Before I go to bed I clean up his litter box, his hay box, refresh his hay and water.  Sometimes he comes down when I am doing this. Often he comes down around 10 PM which is close to bedtime.  Does he have a sense of what time it is? 

Every once in a while I need to go upstairs and round him up.  Usually he is in the bonus room.  So I call him, "Clovie! C'mon Buddy it's beddy bye time. Do you want your treat?"

And it always surprises me that he follows me downstairs, just like a little puppy.

Welcome to the Garden

Clovie (nose bonk at the screen): Hey, there's a bunny out there!

Me: Um, he's not real Clovie.

Clovie:  It says Welcome to the Garden so how about it?

Me: Clovie, I didn't know you could read!

Clovie (scratching at the screen):  C'mon, open up!

Me: Sorry Clove.  I wish I could but it's not Clovie proofed out there.

Nisqually Wildlife Refuge

 

Husband and I drove down to the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge today to do some bird watching. It was a nice little trip.

 

We saw lots of swallows, a couple of bald eagles, red winged blackbirds, goldfinch, a hummingbird and a few others we weren't able to identify. We walked all the way out to the Puget Sound and back - 4 miles. Whew! 

When we started on the boardwalk there was a warning sign about the squirrels. It said they were very AGGRESSIVE and might BITE.  I've got to say I was a little scared because I was wearing capris, my bare legs exposed, and I can visualize one of these big boys, teeth bared, jumping on to my calf.  

Don't you know we were walking along and we see one of these AGGRESSIVE squirrels laying motionless, eyes open, flat on the boardwalk. He looked dead.  Rather than walk up to him we opted to make some noise and, surprise, he took off!  We walked hurriedly past.  A minute later I looked back and there he was in the exact same spot, laying out there again like he was dead.  Creepy.