Steven spent a lot of time playing with his favorite cat. I've never tried training a cat, but his patience seems to be paying off and the cat is beginning to do what he wants her to do.
It's been raining, and raining, and then raining some more. Just when you think it's finally over and it's nice and sunny the skies open up and it rains again. We have water every where. Running through the basement, miniature ponds, or giant puddles in the yard, and running down the walks like a tiny river.
In the middle of all this rain a bull decided to wander about and visit some cows outside of his pasture. The second fence was keeping him out though so he wandered up and down the road seeming to take great joy fearlessly staring down traffic. The incessant honking bothered me a lot more than him. Even a big log truck with its big log truck horn did nothing to intimidate him.
I tried reaching the owner to tell him what's happening. There was no way I wanted to go out and confront him myself. I'm too much of a chicken for that, and the fact that he didn't belong to us helped keep my chicken-ess quite chicken-y.
A neighbor and a few other men finally came by and got him back where he belonged without too much trouble, and no excitement. The owner came by later that afternoon and fixed the trampled down fence. Hopefully that will keep the roaming Mr. where he belongs.
Rosie Mae baked some lovely braided bread. It was delicious!
We finally remembered to take stale bread along to the library to feed the huge flock of ducks (80+)that hangs out there. They're so pretty! And quite tame considering they're Mallards.