Armadillo

There was an armadillo in Victor Baskin's yard last night. Poking around in the grass looking at for bugs, I suppose. Oblivious of the longed-for rain that blessed us all day yesterday and unabashed by my headlights. Strange looking beasts, they've been wandering north on the path of global climate change.

Speaking of animals, preparations for our annual pigroast are in full swing and Bill and Karl (our bunkhouse partner who arrived last week) went out to the Phyllis and June Talkington's place this afternoon to watch Dennis Arb kill the pig. A new experience for both Bill and Karl. Watch this space for a report on their experience.