
Scrat the squirrel it rather enjoying his “place” near the house. There is a water dish, occasional peanuts, and cool concrete to stretch out on. It also happens to be at a window where the animals inside can watch him.


Scrat the squirrel it rather enjoying his “place” near the house. There is a water dish, occasional peanuts, and cool concrete to stretch out on. It also happens to be at a window where the animals inside can watch him.

I regularly pick a stem or two of basil for my chickens. I was surprised when I snapped one off and came away with two little tree frogs. Oops! So I still have garden guardians, they are just tucked under basil leaves. I shook them back into the garden to keep guarding before taking the basil to the chickens.

I’ve found my best way to give the chickens the basil is to wedge it in a hole in their swing. I have drilled holes in the ends of the wooden board, and I push the fresh basil up through the bottom, and an old dried stem down through the top to lock the stems in place so the hens can pull off the leaves easily.

It has been drier than a popcorn fart around here, but I have still seen some frogs. Not nearly as many as when it actually rains, but a few.



I went behind the coop at dusk and saw something new: a cicada nymph crawling up the corner. I have seen adult cicadas, and the nymph shells left behind, but never one on the move. It was a cool thing to watch. (Yes, I did a short video.) The next morning I saw the adult out of its nymph form.

My eldest’s friend thought that the half-tailed squirrel that begs food at the window should have a name, so he is now “Scrat”.

It is a sure sign that the squirrel feeder is empty if he is looking in the house. We can usually tell he is there before we see him because all the cats and dogs inside go on alert. Brave squirrel.