We vote for going right back!
Anyway, we thought we'd share a brief account of our adventures before the power goes off...
Our most important Mission: Chipmunk Patrol !
Alvin tormented us by scurrying about in the Pachysandra below the deck, collecting sunflower seeds from the birdfeeder; but he DID NOT get in!
Lunatic Buster carried his Sacred Tennis Ball around the front deck, tossing it and retrieving it over and over again.
I, Bailey, demonstrated my self-assurance by leading myself around by the loose end of my collar. This technique is all the rage in rural New Hampshire!
The little ones came and went, competing with diminutive ferocity for the sugar-water that will propel them across the Gulf of Mexico in a few weeks.
Our loon buddy proceeded to empty the pond of trout with enviable professionalism.
What do you think? Isn't my posterior elegant?
Big Bird strolled the grounds, terrorizing the frogs.
All in all, The Pond--like a good St. Emilion--improves with age. Honestly, it gets prettier every year!
And the reason we were tormented by Vile Chipmunks? Northern Waterthrushes! In an evil conspiracy with the nefarious rodents, they kicked extra sunflower seeds out of the feeder and down to the garden below, where the little striped reprobates stuffed them into their pouches.
Gracie, of course, was one wandering girl--she went everywhere!
How do you like our "Bookend" routine?
Note the recent addition of the Chipmunk Pursuit-Prevention Net. The humans have NO sense of humor!
We'll share more pictures later! Just gotta get through this darned cyclone first!
Your faithful correspondents,
Bailey & Gracie