It's Not the Beaver

Oh that Harley, she just owns the tower and looks down upon us floor dwellers with such disdain. I managed to get a shot of Sidney playing and then she spotted me filming her and immediately stopped. It is very tough to photograph the cats let alone catch their antics in a movie. This afternoon we went down to the dock to pick blueberries. Someone or something is eating the blueberries because each time I go down there are only about 10 berries ripe enough to eat. I was hoping to get enough for one batch of muffins but looks like we'll be SOL this year. So while sitting on the unused canoe sipping a beer, watching the cats eat grass and remembering the good old days when we weren't in a drought and we could canoe everyday and even motor the powerboat to our dock, I noticed something quite large (for a critter) wiggling the grass plants as it made its way from the shore out towards the beaver pond. I thought I'd finally get a sighting of the elusive beaver but it turned out to be a young raccoon forging for supper. After awhile it came quite close to the dock so I kept very quiet and still and was able to get some footage. I have to respect those nature photographers, they must be the most patient people on earth. Then we walked around the yard - I finished spreading out the rest of the mulch bags and came up short. When Andrew gets back we'll have to get some more. I am also looking forward to finishing up the rest of the brick path this fall and then I won't get muddy feet walking to the compost bin. Andrew just emailed me to let me know he has finally started his own blog: itrekker.blogspot.com. Finally!