Beautiful autumnal weather today, and both Jane and I made the most of the perfect weather to accomplish plenty of chores. They don’t call it Labor Day weekend for nothing!
Taking chances, I ventured into the woods, and it seems the oak mites have departed. I avoided them today, anyway. I saw a beautiful little orange fungus.
A few of the cats were hanging out with me as I worked, and there was an insurrection. Tom Morris attacked Roscoe, the Maltese King of Cats! I did not get a picture, but it was quite a kerfuffle, albeit brief. Roscoe returned to the house, with his tail fluffed and his ego bruised. Tom Morris ran off in disgrace after I threw a stick at him. Rosie was hissing and growling in sympathy with her brother, even though she was not even involved in the melee.
Harry worked in the studio, and I popped in to check on him (“What time is lunch?”). The dogs enjoyed the perfect weather, lounging around outside, but they are always up for a visit to Harry in the studio.
Creating a face 
Nettie says “Did I hear lunch mentioned!?” 
The sculptor (and cook) 
Weedy adores Harry 
Mistletoe 
Nettie gets two pictures since Cedar is in absentia (“Lunch???”)
Yesterday morning, we received a text from a new neighbor. They were looking after a friend’s corgi, and it had escaped on Friday evening. Vanished. They were desperate and asking if anyone had seen “Spencer”, who was lost in a strange place. Harry ran into the people, who were out searching all day yesterday. We were very stressed and disturbed for them, especially after seeing a picture of adorable Spencer, who did not look like a tough, survivor type.
Spencer, the lost corgi
Midday today, we received good news. Spencer was found and is back with the neighbors, who have had two sleepless nights, but are very happy and relieved now to have the prodigal safe home with them again.
The male tanager was here today. I hadn’t seen a tanager for a while, and thought they might have departed already, like the swallows, who are gone.
Jane had a turtle view, and from the looks of its shell, it has had a close call with a mower. This one will be easily identified in future. Jane said it wasn’t very big, and it was moving quickly. She did not bother it to check its gender. It looks like it has had a tough enough year already.
I spent several hours trimming the weeping crab tree, much to the dismay of Tom Morris, who loves to spend time on the roof. I made sure he was down before I took the bridge branches off. It was frustrating to be without the Kawasaki Mule for hauling. TNT picked it up and returned it to the shop for a fluid leak, and with the holiday weekend it won’t be back until Tuesday. The roofers (who speak no English) will be starting on Tuesday, too. We are dreading the upheaval, but it will be nice to have a new roof.
Tom Morris enjoying his last day on the roof 
Trimming underway 
The trimmed weeping crab tree 
No more roof access
Zinnias are still beautiful in the garden.
A bumblebee on a zinnia
After a long day, Harry has a new face to look at.
Stay safe, stay well. Peace.
Spencer is a corgi? His hair was gorgeously groomed but awfully long for a full corgi. Queen Elizabeth doesn’t have any corgis with that suspect long hair. I’m glad he’s safe, but I’m suspicious his mom had a one-night stand . Or his dad for that matter.
Having a farm, I thought about it for about a month. I think it was the early 80’s. My goodness, you work hard, trimming, mowing, feeding, you manage to ride, and manage the farm, no wonder you don’t cook! But, oh so lovely to witness the ups and downs of Bronze Fox Farm. My best to Roscoe.
Nomy’s roommate, Ana Lam, has a corgi named Sinch-em-up-cowboy Lam. He was given to her family by a breeder because something (which I don’t remember) scared him and he refused to mate again.