Sticks redux

A "spear" checked at the door. (I'm such a mean mom; I make Brian leave the long ones outside.)

Sticks in my "flower"bed. Left there by dogs or boy?

Dozer says, "There may be sticks everywhere, but I want THAT one."

There are LOTS of sticks in the wooded sheep lot.

"All the better to scratch with," says Bonny.

In the opposite direction (UP), clouds are moving in. Next week is supposed to be a wet one - just in time for breeding season. Cadbury is feeling it; he just knocked off most of one scur.

That's it for today from . . .