I saw something nasty in the woodshed...

... and it definitely saw me.

I caught the sound of this little critter gnawing on my house early Monday. Porcupines like the taste of treated wood, I guess. Salt, or something. I opened my front door thinking it was a woodpecker or a grizzly or something awful I could scare away with the flay of a bath-towel... But upon seeing me, this needle-backed, rat-oid, weezledom waddled clear up to the top of my woodpile and stayed there all day, scared to death.

p.e. no.12 - The Road has Opened!

I walked over to Johnson Lab yesterday to do a load of laundry only to find our billy in a slough of despond under the weight of two inches of new and still falling snow with no end to winter in sight. I wrenched the double-barreled shotgun out of his mouth in time for news of the snowplow that was on it's way up to us just then.







Thursday: I rode my bike into town today in sandals, shorts and a t-shirt... and got sunburned.