I caught a few pics of fawns in the last couple weeks. Their mommas have been extra skittish this year and I’m afraid I won’t get anything better till they’re grown. I’ll share with you what I have, because spotted babies always make me smile and I’m hoping you will smile too.
It’s momma came bounding through moments later. At the end you can see my deck garden. It’s the only place I can grow things without the deer eating them.
I put out a new style of hummingbird feeder because my other one is rusting terribly. The hummingbirds are not very interested, but someone else definitely is! They drained it, and then began chewing up the plastic bottom, in an attempt to get to the drips left. I had to hang it in a new place.
Last but not least, I will leave you with two photos of Racecar. She is no spring animal. Using multiple cat age calculators (who knew this calculation was in such high demand on the Internet!), at 14 years, 9 months, her cat age is estimated to be between 66 and 73 in human age. I am told that if she’s an outdoor cat, then all the stresses of that kind of lifestyle make her actually older than the estimates. Hm. She is both, and comes and goes as she pleases. I wonder if there is another cat age adjustment for how spoiled and content a cat is, because mine is certainly both. The exception is that she is constantly irritated with me that I force her to eat awful, high-quality, vitamin-packed cat food, when she would rather eat ice cream and mayonnaise. She refuses to eat all canned (moist) cat food, and only wants dry kibble. I tried freeze-dried rabbit, which she will sometimes lick, but not eat. She despises fish – weirdo. But likes chicken and turkey flavor, so I try to feed her fresh chicken and turkey meat – sold frozen as a cat food product and quite expensive. She sniffs it and asks if I’ve got any yummy, dry, crunchy Meow Mix (very cheap) – her favourite. I tell her that Meow Mix is McDonald’s and it is not good for her. I starve her till she resigns herself to fresh chicken meat in desperation, and then as a reward I give her some healthy dry kibble, which she chews, grudgingly. (No worries about the “starving.” She is a bit plumper than ideal, so it’s only in Racecar’s perspective that she is actually being abused by being forced to eat healthy food.)
Enough about my feline Diva.
Manja mentioned bushboy’s photo challenge to post the last photo of the month that is on your SD card or phone. My last two images on my phone for the month of June are these two. Look at that diva face. I’m not supposed to caption or comment, but I can’t help myself.