Saturday, August 15, 2009


I had mentioned in a previous posting that while we thought Pepper was a male when we first acquired her, and that when she laid an egg some seven years later, we had to admit otherwise. Now she lays eggs every now and then, but this last time she added a new twist.

Some years ago she would climb into a waste paper basket, and find herself unable to get out. So Amalie and I decided to make that particular basket hers, and we put in a ladder so she could get in and, more importantly, out.

Now here is Pepper’s twist -- she uses the bottom of the basket for her nest, even though she lays the egg in her cage. The vet suggested we put the egg at the bottom of the basket and let her sit on it. Obviously it won’t hatch because it isn’t fertile. After a while, the vet told us, she would get tired of just sitting there with no results, and give it up.

For about the past week she had been spending most all of her time on her “nest”. Then yesterday she gave it up, and she was all over me -- again. Welcome back, Pep.

Fun time: It has heated up around here.


The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.

The trees are whistling for the dogs.

The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.

Hot water now comes out of both taps.

You can make sun tea instantly.

You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron.

The temperature drops below 95 F and you feel a little chilly.

You discover that in it only takes two fingers to steer your car.

You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.

You actually burn your hand opening the car door.

Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"

You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.

The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.

Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.

The cows are giving evaporated milk.