Backstory: My mom found a lot of deer in her flowerbeds this morning.  She also has a loaded BB gun in the kitchen that she uses to scare off the “wildlife” that show up in my parents’ yard.

We’ll they’ve got the whole freaking woods.  What do they need in my yard.  God, just one more thing to piss me off that I have to shoot at.

xoxoxoxo
mom

just got home. Some birders were in from richmond (one of them owns a house up here). I had stopped by earlier to see if I could trap eagles on their land and they invited me for supper. Then I had to shut the chickens in so I am just settling in. Sounds like you’ve been going a little crazy. I’ll try to reach you tomorrow.
Love,
,mom

Backstory: My parents have free-range chickens. My nephew named one of the roosters “Sally.” This also happens to be my mom’s name.

I just saved “Sally” rooster from the ugly beagle that has been hanging around here! I heard a terrible commotion outside and saw the beagle with “Sally” rooster in his mouth!!!…….put my boots on and grabbed the Tee Ball Bat….chased him around and finally got an opportunity to take a couple of swings at him! He cowered and yelped for a bit then got up and ran into the corn field…..had I not been home…….oh my! I will have to watch all day to make sure the chickens are safe!

:) Have a great day! Mom :)

Backstory: Charlie is my mom’s dog.

Yesterday Charlie and I walked into town.  On the way I passed a man with a huge dog.  I commented that he was as big as a horse.  He said he is bigger than some horses, but he is very friendly.  A few minutes later I passed a woman walking a miniature horse down State Street on the sidewalk like it was a dog.  Pretty funny.  You don’t see that every day.

What a beautiful day! Hope you’re not tooooooooooooooo tired for your big trip home today!
So the topic of breakfast conversation this morning with your father was,”You should see the big poop that some animal,( probably a deer because they are vegetarians, right?) did right in the middle of the backyard! Before I had time to comment, he continued with the fact that the consistency was different from Chloe’s and you could see the yellow forsythia flowers in it! I hope that this is not an indication of how the rest of my day is going to go! Stay safe and see you soon!
Love,
Mama xoxo

Woke up this morning to the cooing of a dove.  Pried open my silken lashes from the gunk that the sandman left- when suddenly the cooing became the coughing gargling strangled strain of a dove that needed a tosilectomy.  Whoosh into my bedroom flies an errant dove casting shadows from his enormous 7 inches wingspan upon my head.  I ducked under the covers as a wild frenzy ensued as the beast crashed into walls and mirrors and chandeliers.  Gingerly, I crept out of bed and avoiding the warm gifts dropped by my visitor.  “MARISA, bring surgical gloves!” We don our protective coverings and proceed into the boudoir where the visitor is doing it’s toilette on the porcelain sink.  Soft, comforting words do nothing to coax our visitor into her waiting hands.  I lunge.  It flies. Hopping on the scale I snatch the creature from its glass and metal perch and carry it to freedom out the bedroom window from whence it came.  Promptly shutting the window. Hope your morning is going just as
well.

I had a CT done today of my stomach. I’m sure it was fine but the patient before me was a possum from the zoo. I have to be the only person in the world that had to wait for a possum to go first for a medical test.

SUNY in the 70′s ditched their name “Colonials” and the newspaper name, “Colonial”.  the newspaper is the pipe dream (of course).  i think you already know this.  And the reason was just that – imperialism.

SAVE THE HIPPO!

love, mom