Deer Here

There are these deer that we see in our yard several times a year. By the time we get a camera, though, they are usually gone. Today, they were across the street playing. We got several pictures and even some videos.
This one is not too clear, but kind of close.
Time for a union break, I guess.
Hey. Where did everyone go?
Here we are.

Miscellany from the Asylum

Mardi Gras

We went to Houma to catch a parade.

Little Ice Storm

We had a little freezing rain last night. It makes the foliage neat to look at. All of the limbs and twigs have a coating of ice.

This is a local woody plant called "Red Stick".

The Fat Bad

This is the true bad one. Here he is in his Kitchen Launch. It is where he monitors kitchen activities in case he sees a vulnerability. He will attempt to capitalize on this vulnerability and turn it to his advantage (what he terms a Food Scoop). Then it's back into the Launch, ready to take advantage again should the opportunity present itself. In the course of these Food Scoops, he is not above body blocks to knock the chef off balance, loud shrieks to disorient the chef, or what he calls "The Serpentine Ankle Weave Maneuver", which he uses to trip the chef when said chef is in transit with food items. You can see in the pic that he is at a high vantage point for panoramic food viewing. You should also be able to see that he keeps his eyes open enough to see effectively, but not enough to burn unnecessary calories overcoming the eyelid muscles.

Mardi Gras

I took Armand and Ocee to a parade last night. We had fun. They caught more than they needed, that's for sure! Ocee looks tired in this after-parade pic.

This pic was taken at the home of Charles E. Fromage. Ocee had a little party. This is her best friend, Georgi May.

Ok. Here is our answer to poor, much-maligned Pierre. Note that this cat is only seven months old and look how fat she is already!

I gave Ocee a cake at the house too.

My God! Is that the devil I see over Ocee's shoulder??

Snow Fun

Mason was out looking at stuff when Morgan decided to have a snowball fight.
It's on!
That's all you got?

Oh! That's going to leave a mark.
Let me see if I can get this big rock to stay in here....
Oh! A dead mouse. A good snowball filler.
Where is he?