OK, Blogspot has changed the way that posts are updated. Like the old, grumpy guy sez, "why the *ell do they keep changing stuff? If it ain't broke, don't fix it!" So, we'll see how this goes. One advantage is that now you can click on a pic and get a slide-show of all pics in a post.

Heavy down pour.

If you squint you might see a very lame rainbow.

How's that for colour?

While Grasshopper was off to the Nickel City with TT, I experimented making tortilla pizza.

It wasn't too bad, so on Wednesday we made his and her pizzas. Guess which one is "his".

Just a morning light shot.

On Thursday we decided to BBQ old school. Here is a Dr. Frankenstein charcoal lighter, no fuel required, just newspaper.

Yeah, it's hot enough.

Smoking pork chops. Oops. we ate the evidence before a pic was taken.

Drowning worms with Grasshopper last night. No fish were harmed.

On the way home.

Yeah, Mr. Harper, you and Mr. Kent killed another one.

Boy, it was hot last week and this wasn't the hottest day.

Luckily, besides being on the sunny side of the lake, we are on the breezy side of the lake, too.

Kinda reminds you of No-Show, doesn't it?

Just out and aboat. (I crack me up!)

Friday we heard a clunk on a window. I found a bird on the ground. Grasshopper guessed, and it was later confirmed by Dr. J.W. Brown, birder extraordinaire, that it was a Cape May Warbler. Good thing that Dr. Frankenstein was on duty.

A little bleary eyed.

Physical exam.

Starting to come around.

After treatment and rest, it took off like a bullet.

Supper yesterday at the Fowler Estate for Jolene's 59th birthday and a visit from Jose's friend from Nfld, Dale. Nice buns!

The Fowler Botanical Gardens are bright and colourful.

Mmmmmm.

The birthday girl, Jolene, and Bryan. 

Jose and her old friend, Dale. We'll, she's not that old, but she is pretty friendly.

Looking thru the narrows, from the back balcony.

The setting sun...

High lighted another display in the FBG's.

On the drive home.

Happy birthday Jolene!

Lucky you! 2 posts today!

We dropped in to visit the Fowlers.

The welcoming committee, Bess and Jose.

Proof that I didn't kill Grasshopper's flowers while she was away.

My favourite, looks like snow.

Hey, do you remember that grey tree frog that was green? Well, I go down to the boat to refuel and I see a grey, grey tree frog on a tire on the dock. They do change colours like chameleons, but slower. I run up to the cabin to get the camera, but the frog is gone when I get back to the dock. While I'm gassing up I see the frog inside a tire.

I pull it out to get a pic. I try to put it back on the tire but ...

...It jumps in the boat.

I keep trying to put it back to where I found it, but it keeps jumping around.  The frog jumps overboard, takes three big giant breast strokes for freedom, aaaannnnnd a bass comes out from under the boat and, GULP!, the frog disappears, oops!.

Today's gene cleaning hint.

Catch up time.

Frankenstein tortillas. 

Folded CanTexMex cheeseburger quesadilla.

Stacked cheeseburger quesadilla.

I still miss the ears sticking up in this type of pic.

Mrs. Slate found this abandoned baby weasel on her patio.

Say aawww.

First accidental catch of a small mouth. The season doesn't open 'till next Saturday, so back he went.

Grasshopper got this pic of a Luna moth @ Frasertown.

Last night we went to Chez Fowler's for Father's day supper. We drove from Frasertown and found this turtle laying eggs on the causeway at Indian Lake.

Smaller than ...

...the last one.

Attending were Jose, Jocelyn, Grasshopper, Sir Ed, Mary, Sandy, and Bryan.

Some days you just can't get everybody looking at the camera.

On the way back we found that something had gotten into the turtle nests and ate the eggs.

Woodcock on the road, in the dark.

Goldfinch at Frasertown.

OK, it's time for another Frankenstein bed time story. So, last night around 1:30 I wake up to a big racket coming from the deck. I'm thinking that a raccoon got in and is after the bird seed. I turn on the light and I don't see any thing on the deck, but some thing is under the deck. It's raining hard and windy and the door has condensation on it and I can't see much. Eventually the flash light picks up a bear, now checking out the fire pit. I yell at it and it eventually runs off on three legs. I can't tell if the right hind leg is missing or injured, but it never touched the ground.

This is where it tried to get into the deck. Obviously not smarter than the average bear.

So then all gets quiet and I go back to bed. But it's not too long before there is another racket and I get up and turn on the kitchen light just to stare eye to eye with the bear trying to crawl through the window. I yelled again and off he went and all was quiet for the rest of the night. You don't have to worry about me though, Grasshopper is back from her house sitting job and I'm sure that I can run faster than her, especially if I trip her.

The bear left us a present.

Today's funny.

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