Who are your favorite people to be around?
Kind humans. Dog and cat fanciers. I’m leery of NICE boyz and girlz. NICE doesn’t mean humane nor someone I’d trust being alone with.
When someone is as happy as their dog, they wag their tail, find their pack, and bark-don’t-bite. Cat fanciers. Well, cats are assholes. They’re vain, mysterious, supposedly nocturnal, and have murder mittens. When it’s time to clip their claws, many cats have to be immobilized in a burrito… a purr-ito (wrapped in a blanket). When I end up clipping HIS MAJESTY’S claws, TS leaves the room. The unholy yowls and snarls activates TS’ whatthehellareyoudoingtomybelovedpanther, followed by the ohgetmethefuckoutofhere response. Our LITTLE OLD LADY makes a fuss and squirms. TS joins in on the fun. Cats are awesome. Dogs are awesome.
Saturday, july 26th after-market update.
Dammit. This little black bear has both ears tagged with yellow flags. It climbed the newly-installed horizontal beams on our FREE-STANDING, DAY USE ONLY, NOT-ATTACHED-TO-THE-HOUSE pavillion and ripped down a hummingbird feeder. The hummers were pissed and moved to the nearby backup feeder.

2 strikes? Shit. This little stupid might not survive the summer. I’ll remove all the feeders. Hose down the sugar water. Install plywood sheets to make it a sheer wall. ~9 foot from ground. NFG? Then suspend feeders 10-12’ between trees. 3 strikes, bear’s dead? I’ll try and avoid that last complaint phone call to the MNR.
monday, july 28th no-market farm update.
Version 2.0 of the hummer fueling station is now ONLINE. As I installed the >2 metre span, I saw the dirty bear pawprints on the horizontal beams.




Unless this little black bear discovers parkour, our hummingbird feeder is now bear-resistant. TS reformulated the hummer fuel to 1 part sugar, 3-4 parts water. With nesting completed, we’ noticing bird politics are more cooperative. And the boy-birds share the feeder. As I reinstalled the feeders, I felt watched. They’d hover behind my head, throw shade at me, and then zip away. Yes, sir. Right away, sir hummer. Your joy juice is on its way, sir BIRD.
With my help, TS planted the cone-flowers on top of the septic tank mound. Misshappen tomato cages protect it. Her cucumber-melons are vining up their own cages. She pulled the garlic, I banded them together, and the garlic bundles were hung (hanged? hinged?) in the shed for drying.




MH from Evolve Builders Group arrived, painted the parging he patched up in the springtime, and maneuvered the rain-barrels back into their proper location. So, that error has been RESOLVED.









When it cools down tonight, I’ll re-apply DEET, set up a task light, and cut up that water-logged particle board for either burning or pathway underbedding-foundations.
