Whipper snippering and Fred

 I used the whipper snipper to get rid of the twitch grass in the garden. I am terribly frustrated with it. I've had nightmares about the weeds growing and squeezing out the other plants. It hurst my back to bend over all that time. I am not getting any younger. Can't tell you the relief I feel. 

This is an spot that has ticks, I have found. The ticks do what is called QUESTING, they climb tall weeds or wee saplings, and fling themselves onto any moving critter. Another solution to the problem. 

Despite heading into a drought (I think), the weeds are profuse. I whacked weed debris in the goldfish pond. Also, all over me and my clothes. I love it when I get ready for a shower and debris falls to the floor. A good day's work! 

A panoramic of the front garden. I've just taken town the feeder, after seeing a bear on the trailcam. I was bringing it in every night, but I'm done. Forage on, birdies.

Jeanie asked what a whipper snipper is, I am sure there are other names. But for a senior with memory issues, and problems retrieving nouns, that's the name I dredged up! Oh, 'weed wacker!' is another name.

Fred Groundhog

For those keeners who have come to enjoy Fred Groundhog, another saga in the tale. I was filming from the deck, and this will give you a giggle. Watch the kit in the background. It falls into the burrow opening!

Monday was the last day for the shed burrow. They followed her here, and stayed a day.