Sunday Stills

Here is the best I can come up with this week. Critters were simply not in the mood to cooperate, not even the fish. You can read about this at Linda's blog or here.

***For those of you who remember, "He's Got a Knife", he has run through the house yet again with a steak knife extended in front of him, this time with Alan hot on his heels, and last night he got up to more mischief. Liz was on the computer and I was putting the last touches on stew for supper before we went out to milk the cows. Suddenly a loud and commanding voice shattered the dark stillness in the house, then people started wishing me happy birthday and singing to me. (BTW, my birthday is the 4th of July). It took us both a few seconds to figure out what was happening and to turn on the dining room light.

And there he was, sitting on the answering machine, watching the headlights of the skid steer as the boss fed the heifers. As it happened I saved the messages that the boss's dear, sweet aunt sent and the wonderful singing of my next younger brother, who sounds great even singing happy birthday....so the cat played them. And now the little stinker is on the windowsill next to me, hiding behind the curtains and batting at my elbows.