I live with savages.
I live with 2 fur-boy savages,
who love to shock me and make me shriek.
Don't let their apparent innocence fool you,
it's all an act, I assure you!
Savages, I say!
Savages, I say!
I have avoided writing this post at least 6 times previously
because I didn't want to shock you with pictures like the one
I am showing you today.
You're curious, aren't you?
Well, let's step back in time to the middle of winter.
One evening, Oakley was at the back door barking to be let inside.
As I got to the door, I saw him pick up something and prance into the
kitchen with it in his mouth.
(I was in the middle of cooking dinner).
There in the middle of the kitchen floor,
Oakley dropped a disembodied deer leg...complete with fur and hoof.
Oh, and it was frozen.
I concluded that he had found it in the woods at a nearby hunting camp.
(Why hunters feel the need to saw off deer legs and leave them in the woods
Hubbs quickly snatched up the treasure that Oakley was so proud of,
took it into the garage and threw it into the trash.
(What else to do? If we buried it, he would have dug it up....another
favorite fur-boy trick!)
Over the course of the winter, Sam and Oakley have returned home
on 6 occasions with more deer legs.
(I have this Far Side cartoon in my head of
legless deer hobbling through the woods.)
Yesterday, Oakley brought home leg #7.
Here it is....
Oh, and check out Fur-boy Oakley licking his lips.
And Sam lurking behind him.
Savages, I say!
And you, dear hunters.....
could you please take your legs with you??
By the way, we don't allow hunting in our woods.
I prefer to provide a safe haven for the deer.
(As a result, we now have quite a large herd of them in our woods.
But that's a post for another day.)
On to less disgusting topics.
Here is Sam, up to his usual playtime with Ollie
Both of them just love this game!
And I love this action photo.
For those of you wondering how Myrtle is doing....
She is as broad as a barn.
I'll bet she has triplets in there.
We shall soon see,
as she could deliver any day now.
And last but not least,
I will leave you with a little Baby Bert video.
Baby Bert Gets His Groove On
Have a great weekend....and stop back to see us next week!!
You're post was a bit of something out of an animal horror show today, Beverly. LOL What a good shock you must have had to turn around from making dinner and see that! I can just imagine the shriek.
I hope you will find no more surprises like these from your fur babies.
Susan @ CluckleBees
Bert, not the deer legs. Ugh!!
I always wonder what's going on in the mind of baby animals that play--especially when they don't have any playmates yet.
Cute video of little Bert!
Some pretty gross things can happen when you live in the country with animals! Hope you don't get anymore deer legs.
Have a great weekend.
First ewwww to the dogs bringing home deer legs and especially into your kitchen. Our shep doesn't find already dead things he brings home fresh rabbits....lots of rabbits but he's an outdoor dog so at least they don't end up in the kitchen ;) Second Awwww Bert is just the cutest little fellow and I love his 'happy dance'! He's got the most beautiful markings and colors..what a sweet heart! I wish we lived closer because if you were selling I would definitely be there to pick me up a few! I hope spring has sprung at your farm because we have freezing drizzle today and snow for tomorrow. I'm so sick of winter! Thanks for the laugh though...I needed that. Hope you have a wonderful day.