I was thinking I have nothing. Nothing! Well maybe I can bore everyone with another grandchild post. Not boring to me of course and don't think that title above applies to my precious little people. No not at all.
Little Lucy had her fourth birthday and she requested a horse cake. Chocolate. Let's just say I am not a cake decorator but it would do. She loved it.
What would my life be if not for the strange things that happen? Pretty dull for sure. Saturday morning I was cooking breakfast for Emma, my oldest granddaughter, while the rest of the house was asleep. I glanced out the kitchen window and thought I saw a brown squirrel run by. When I looked again I realized it was a weasel. At 8:00 in the morning running around our swimming pool and such. I always thought they stayed away from people and didn't get too close to homes during the day. I was wrong. Dead wrong.
Not wanting to miss an opportunity for a blog photo I got my camera and went out on my deck to see if I could get a close up of him. But when I went outside leaving our door open but the screen door closed, he had disappeared. Or so I thought. I looked around a bit and decided that I better check on Emma's french toast. When I turned around there running around in our family room/kitchen area was Mr. Weasel. He had entered right behind me through the pet door. This little door used to be sealed up and now I understand why.
All thoughts of photos and writing left my wee little brain as I shrieked at Emma that there was a weasel in the house. I flew in there to close off that end of the house so that he couldn't hide somewhere or better yet, crawl up and snuggle with the farmer who was snoring away. Emma had absolutely no fear and just kept telling me how cute he was and that she would love to catch him and keep him.
After closing off the house I opened the sliding glass doors so he could find his way out. But he seemed in no big hurry, scampering around looking out windows and climbing up the back of our futon stretching his neck up looking around the rooms. Soon he went back to the pet door and made an exit much like he must have come in, ignoring all the open large doors.
I don't know if he was someones pet or what but amidst my shrieking and racing around he did not appear to seem frightened or concerned that we were there. Do people even keep weasels as pets? He also left our chickens alone. At least for now.
This is what the little guy looked like. He is what is known as a long tailed weasel. Even though I never got that photo the little guy is burned in my short little memory.
Oh and just so you know, the farmer scoffed and said "if Emma hadn't witnessed it, I would never have believed it".
Just wait, Mr. Farmer. The next creature in our home will be tossed in bed with you for sure.