Sunday, May 21, 2017

Little Birdie And Kitty Cats

Hello everybody. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your optimistic doggie reporter 
Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


I know ghostwriter and I have been complaining a lot about the grackles around here for the past couple weeks. Hopefully the bombardment of our cars with their big yucky poops will finally cease now that all the babies have left the nests. They're still dive-bombing me and calling me all kinds of HBO words whenever I'm out in the back yard, but soon they'll be moving on. 

Ballard Street

Today we saw that the baby robins have left their nests too. This one was sitting right outside ghostwriter's office window!


She saw him again later in the maple tree before he took off flying to the roof, and then on to the neighbor's yard. We're not going to worry about this one. He'll be all right.


I'll be sure to report if any of these birdies decide to try to bring up another brood this spring. 


To change the subject now, I have a lot of friends who are kitty cats. Plus I have two kitty cat cousins, Maddie (aka TKO short for The Kitten Overlord) and Tibie (aka Tiberius.) They live with their Joanna human (aka Sibling #2 of 4.)

Maddie

Tibie

Maddie cat lived at my house for a while. Usually I kept my distance, or else she'd hiss and punch me in the nose. But we did forge a peace treaty when it came to watching birdies and squirrels out the window. 


Maddie and Tibie aren't the best of friends even though they share the same abode now. 

He's behind me, isn't he. Sigh.

But they try to get along. Sometimes they help with the housework.


They both agree that the red dot must be conquered.


And Maddie even gave Tibie a special Christmas present once: his very own fort! 


But I digress.


The real reason I'm telling you about my kitty cat cousins is because I found a few funny comics about cats, and I hope my kitty cat friends will forgive me for sharing them. 




Breaking Cat News



Simon's Cat

Hehehehe!

Well, that's my report for today. I have to go back to spying on the birdies and squirrels now. 



Friday, May 19, 2017

Flower Friday

Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your humble doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


We have lots of flowers to show you today. Last Sunday was Mother's Day, and ghostwriter got two big beautiful bouquets. 




There are also many flowers blooming outside.






We were supposed to get thunderstorms all day yesterday. Fortunately, the clouds mostly passed to the south of us. 




Hey wait a minute. Do you see what I see?


Does that cloud kind of remind you of someone? 

Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel.


Wonders never cease! 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The Gargoyles Are Out!

Greetings friends and doggies. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your astute doggie reporter 
Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


I'm live and on the spot in my back yard, where a veritable crisis is occurring in the tree tops. 


Ghostwriter and I came out here to enjoy the beautiful weather and do a little gardening. But the din is almost unbearable! The reason for all this ruckus and turmoil? The baby grackles have left their nests! I have an exclusive look at one of the little gargoyles hiding in the weeds. Do you see him? 


Let's zoom in for a better look. I don't know what his name is yet. Maybe you, my loyal readers will have a suggestion. Remember, they're very ostentatious, and have names to match their habits: screeching, squawking, swooping, and especially pooping!


I chased one of these annoying little brats earlier today. I almost caught it too, but it hopped through the fence. I had grackles dive bombing me left and right! So now, we just want to get a little relaxation in our own yard, and there are at least a dozen of the Great Grackle Flying PTA (Poop Tossers Association) up in the trees cursing and yelling at us! 

Hey, watch it bub!

Old Effluvium Scatterstool and his wife Poopsie are up there, along with Chuck and Dimwitty Turdflapper, the Waddlesquirts, and the Crapflingers. What a noise they made! Churk churk churk churk taweeeeeeech! 


Ghostwriter and I finally went inside the house. It was apparent we weren't going to get any peace and quiet out here this evening! 

Crappy birds! Pfffft!

Well, at least they won't be dropping poo-bombs from their nests onto the cars anymore. 


 Oh, and they really are homely little buggers. We found a couple photos from a few years ago. I think this is little Buzz Loftyshart on his first day out of the nest in 2013.


And here's one I caught back in May of 2015. Ghostwriter took it from me before I could give it the old shaky-shaky, and then she let it go in the front yard. I think this birdie's name was Shiny Poopenheimer. He sure made a fuss, and didn't even say thank you! 


Well, I guess we're stuck in the house again. Maybe there's a movie or something on TV. 




















(This is actually a pretty good movie.)

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Surprise Moth

Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your trusty doggie reporter
Chester L. W. Spaniel.


Ghostwriter has two cocoons that she and Dad found under the birch tree a couple weeks ago. She's kept them on her desk in her office all this time. We could hear the pupae moving around inside of them sometimes, so we knew they were alive. We all thought they would just be some drab old moths! 


Then, on Thursday, one of them hatched! 


It took a couple hours for it's wings to unfold. 





It's called a polyphemus or cyclops moth, and it's huge!


Then it started flying around! Wow! I thought it was a big exotic squeaky toy for me to play with. But ghostwriter said I had to leave it alone. It was cold and rainy outside, so we didn't want to let it go just then. They put it in the spare room where I couldn't get to it. 


Today, Ryan came to visit and he watched as we let the moth go free outside. 



I hope it'll be all right now. Bye bye moth!