Friday, April 2, 2010

The Hawthorne Puppies.

I know this is supposed to be a food blog, but sometimes life gets in the way. When it does, I embrace it. To wit:
The Hawthorne Puppies know when PaPa is coming home. Before he gets home. They exhibit a type of homecoming activity about the time he would be turning onto our street. I'd say about 350 yards away. Dixie and Junior go to the top of the steps and wait. Dixie, patiently. Junior, excitedly.
Junior especially is happy. Dixie, sadly, is frustrated. With Junior here, Dixie has had sort of a turnover. I'm trying to help her out with her issues, but it's an on-going thing. I give her special times with me when we're outside and Jr. is inside. Dixie is eleven now and she needs to be respected. Whoot! Lookey who's home for Easter. BEAU!!!!!!
The Next Morning:
This bed was just edged today. Dixie on the left.
Then, a little later, I saw even more edging.
Who might be guilty of this nefarious activity? Junior has a brown nose.
In this video, you can hear the piercing, wimpy cry of the osprey. This bird of prey is magnificent. I sooooo want to get the video of an osprey diving for the fish, then soaring, screaching, with the fish held between his talons like a torpedo, for aerodynamics.
Beau's out like a light.
Sweet Dreams, Bo-Bo.
Beau's more heavenly here.


Marilyn said...

I think you need to bring Junior over here so he can root out the moles that like to travel into my yard from my neighbor's yard every spring.

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Mar, you can borrow him. Come and get him and bring him back.