Notice the scarecrow man climbing the tree. This is my grandfather, Roscoe Holdaway. He must have been at least seventy years old at the time. The only thing that would have induced him to climb that sapling would have been the dead raccoon he’d just shot hanging on the branch high above his head. Note the rapt attention that coon is getting Continue reading
Squeaky was a rescue kitty who lived with us about three years, more or less. I considered him a delight. Bud, not so much. They had dominance issues they never completely worked out, but Squeaky gave it his best shot, taking swats at Bud till the last. Here you see Squeaky on his sunning shelf in the window. I put a bird feeder right outside to keep it interesting. Of course, the squirrel had to get in the act. They had a fine time together, playing through the window. Buzzy, my American Esky dog was always jealous of the quality time Squeaky spent on his perch in the window, backing up far enough to see them playing together, alternately crying and bringing toys to attempt to lure Squeaky away. Naturally, Squeaky ignored all that. Sadly, we recently lost Squeaky to kidney failure.