WHO'S AT FAULT?

It's 5:33 a.m. and Earthdog Patrick got up, went out, had his kiss and cookie, and crawled into bed with Junior, on a couch downstairs.

I can't understand, nor can I control when Blogger states an image is uploaded and it's not, or indicates a blog is NOT published, and it is. I don't know if it's blooger's fault (my first choice) or my fault (my last choice) or the browser's fault. I never had this problem with Mozilla, so I am going to abandon IE and pay the Wireless internet bill, and get reconnected. This things going back to too many sscreen freezes and slowness. Good boy.

Somebody thought they saw an Airstream trailer in a shot of the house I posted. So I mowed, and found an old Dodge pickup truck I had forgotten about, but no trailer. Damn! I'd love to have a very small Airstream to tow to campgrounds, I think that would be great! Maybe I should save up for one? Or a tiny teardrop, that would be OK too. Could paint it to match the pickup, that would be really gay!

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Every morning the birds put up a horreendous racket and this morning is no different. I love it!

Somebody gave me a magnificently made Bluebird box last weekend--left it in the bed of the truck as a surprise. I think it's homemade, but out of expensive looking wood, like you'd use for a table top, close grainaead, and very well made, altho no hinged top for cleaning access. Anyway it's so beautiful, I thought I might keep it inside. Nah, So I mounted it. Let's see if we can get our Bluebirds back next season! This place is an Oasis of trees and birds in the middle of a great expanse of bean/cornfields. The beanscame up, by the way about two weeks ago. I like the corn, everyother year, makes a fence all round. And I'm always looking for old timey ball players to emerge from it...