|It's kind of humorous how many pictures I take that are Elijah and several African female adoptees.|
As I cleaned out different shoe areas, I found two baskets of last year's flip-flops stashed up on the top shelf in the laundry room. Alei has happy to see her African flip-flops but most of the rest went either in the garbage or the Goodwill bag.
I am still battling the guineas in the garden. They have learned to fly over the electric fence. It appears to only be the younger white flock. I ordered a powerful Super-Soaker to spray them, (from Amazon to be delivered to my now shoe-free front porch). If traumatizing them with a large water gun doesn't work, the white flock is getting sold to an Amish contact I already have!
Here are my small tomatoes I picked for my salad yesterday; the guineas only seem to bother eating the large ones. The small purple ones are so good; once again, I bought them because they were mis-marked at the greenhouse but this time it is a mistake I'm happy with.
It just wouldn't be a normal summer without at least one dumped kitten. This is dumped kitten #3 that Alei has brought home from CVS. This time, she didn't have to dig it out of the dumpster, she just had to drive to the store and then another hour to bring it to us late at night. I was getting in the shower when I heard my cell ring. I didn't answer it and I heard the home phone ring. After JD ignored it, his call rang. Those are the moments that I start to panic a bit because the first horror thought I always have involves my teen drivers. When JD answered and Alei said, "I really don't want to talk to you about this", there is generally a stray something involved. I have taught my kids well in this area, just as my mother taught me. This is a super sweet kitty; I named her Socks. We are not planning on keeping her, as it works well with JD as long as they get re-homed. Once we keep one, JD is going to be less accommodating to our fostering. (We do have about 5 cats that are named, etc, and we feed another 5 daily in the barn.)