The above links are to the top twelve stories from Wichita Ks today. Depressing aren’t they.
I’m munching leaves today. Cracking up the walnuts with the mulching mower. I didn’t have a bumper crop this year, but enough to convince two squirrel families to house themselves in the Elm tree tops for the winter.
My munching and mutilating the walnuts may convince them to find homes elsewhere other than my property – I was planning on re-establishing my bird feeders, but now I’m not certain.
College football later today. The BBQ will be in operation also after a few weeks of inactivity. Country ribs. Boneless pork.
Drat. Five more calls for political surveys. Someone out there is worried.
I did get one interesting call. A disgruntled out of season bird caller. He called to tell me I suck. They were out the other night and I just watched them without going out or letting the dog out.
The night after they came by with the Dove call and a very quiet duck call. And the night after the duck call walked the road and the dove tromped the mid-calf Bermuda grass. That is one persistent individual, tromping Bermuda that high. He’s the driver of a tiny orange four wheeler. He looks ridiculous, a six foot grown late twenties man on a kids four wheeler.
Not sure if that is all he can afford or it was the only thing he could steal without fear of the owner going to the police. No matter, I suppose, as I do have some nice picture of him knocking on my windows at 1030 pm or so. Love time/date stamps on pictures.
From the reaches,