Easter Weekend

Not so sunny and bright on this Easter Sunday morning here in the hills. We had a misty rain this morning which prompted Gatsby and Mickey to go back into the garage not long after I let them outside. Our street-wise outside cat Gatsby has taken to being ensconced in that garage at the tiniest change in the weather.  Not a surprise, since a corner of the garage is filled with a carpeted cat-tower and comfy baskets covered with a blanket-tent to keep away the chill. (No, my cats are not spoiled.)

We've had an outbreak of black flies up here this past week, so I guess Spring is officially here. These teeny-tiny flies are like gnats and they hover in droves all over the grass, the road, the yard.... no getting away from them because you can hardly see them at all until you feel them on your face or arms. I was never bothered by the flies before, but now with Savannah, I'm walking her either on the property or up and down the road, so there's no escaping those blasted flies. I know that every time we come in the back door, we're bringing one or two flies with us, but inside cat Sweet Pea manages to catch them quickly and then he eats them. (Yuck.)

The barn swallows are back... renovating the nests from last season and perching themselves on the edges of the nest to watch the goings-on around the porch. The baby birds who grew up here are still coming back, and not only do they watch me as I go up and down the porch steps, but they seem to be comfortable with Savannah as well. They watch her, she watches them... everyone's happy.

The neighbor's goats across the road have gotten out of the fence twice so far this month, even though the neighbor repaired that fence during the winter. Looks like the goats just dug out a spot in the dirt underneath the repaired part of the fence, and they belly-crawl through the dirt and emerge near the road to discover if the grass is indeed greener on the other side. Maybe those goats really know that their destiny over there is to end up in a roasting pot, poor things.