I got back from the post office, and no Quackers out in front of the house. He was over at the woodpile helping with wood splitting. I was afraid some hunk of wood would fly out and bean him, but it was fine.

We cleaned out his tub. He likes to dig up grass roots and transfer the dirt to the tub. The water stayed clean for about a day.


The fox showed up, and a big piece of fur from his winter tail is hanging down. I so wanted to grab it and see if it'd just come off in my hand. Look how skinny his summer tail is under there.

Mr. TroutBend's cousin aka The Cat Foister is trying to get us to adopt a nice-looking kitty cat that is around a year old. It looks nice enough, and we are thinking about it. I think we wanted one with shorter hair. It's hard to replace someone like Buddy the Interstate Cat.
