Things are going well, finally. Pool is clear and sparlkling. Septic field dilemma addressed. Little garden plants doing well. I've been having fresh salad almost every day. Cottage has been furnished, decorated and staged. Looks lovely. Will be rented soon.
Back to the title issue. I saw something bright lime green in Mustafah's little mouth one morning and when called his head and ears went down and he wouldn't budge. I approached him only to find a half-molested little cucumber! Sommabitch, how did he get it? First of all, I didn't even know any had grown. There were heavy rains three nights in a row so I guess that's when this little cuke sprouted. But I didn't see it. Mr. Moose did. His little beak somehow went under the fence or through it to extract the stalk and remove it. He willingly surrendered it so I gave him a pat on his sweet little head and pondered the solution. Photo: the babies: Fatush is the blonde, Mustafa is the dark one.
