Flower pot, fridges, flowers...

This is the flower pot on the dock, Jean. There is a screw in the bottom, and a hole in the pot, and the pot can come off. If fact, it did land in the water once! I fished it out. The ducks and Butch like the cracked corn.

I've brought in the bird feeder stand, and will bring the feeders in at night. 

It was a cloudy, cold morning, so I sat on my stool and cleaned our refriges, with JB's help. 

In the afternoon, the sun came out. Cinnamon was out all night for the first time ever. Bad cat wouldn't come in when JB tried at 2 a.m., whereas Nutmeg came in at 11:30 p.m.

This is my newest garden. So far, so good. 

Walkies were called for yesterday. The grass is so green.

I came across a mystery. I put it out on social media, and Laurie Weir said to email the Health Unit. I'll see what they say. I am reluctant to pick them up. 

It was a busy day for traffic. Lots of cyclists, motorcycles, cars passing at breakneck speed. I did some pruning of the bushes. 

The frogpond is busy with microscopic critters, waterfowl, muskrat, and Butch. Cinnamon is a regular visitor, as well. Butch, Cinnamon  

   

This was a great three-for, with all three critters. The muskrat seemed to wait under the dock until the crow took off. ducks muskrat crow