Category Archives: Finnegan the Coon Cat

How to Prevent Cats from Using Your Garden as a Litter Box

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I’m finally at the end of my gardening season. Harvesting is complete and garlic for next year has been planted. As I ready the rest of my beds for next season with weeding and composting, Finn is having a field day! Imagine his excitement at seeing pristine rows of dirt all fluffy and ready for his “deposits!”

Don’t get me wrong–I love Finn. I just don’t love the potential health problems his natural cat behaviors present for my garden. And, as I am in a ferocious problem-solving mode, I’ve decided to foil Finn once and for all!

At first, a simple thick straw mulch worked well enough. But not for long. So I moved on to this wire fencing I had laying around. I just unrolled it over the garden and, instant-presto, permanent cat deterent! Now Finn won’t even walk over my garden, never mind dig.

Screen to prevent cats from using garden as litter box.And we all lived happily ever after. Okay, at least I did… : )

 

Affordable Outdoor Cat Fencing that Works

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My brother, Eric, called the other day to relay the sad news that the family’s beloved cat, Nanners, hadn’t made it back home in several days, has not been found with an exhaustive search and posters, and so is presumed to have gone on to the next world.

Nanners, Nan, or Nano (her proper name given because she was so tiny) was a stray kitten the family found on the side of the road 4 years ago. She was matted, sickly, and on the verge of starvation. It took some prolongued TLC, but she recovered from her early rough start to become a healthy happy cat. She lived a great life with a great family who deeply loved her.

They knew the perils of letting Nanners be an outside cat and they made peace with the fact that outdoor cats typically have much shorter lifespans than indoor cats– on average less than 5 years vs upwards of 15+ years.

True cat fanatics insist that cats should only be kept as indoor pets and accomodated accordingly with cat jungle gyms, play time, etc. And they can make a case for their views.

I can make a decent argument for both sides of the aisle. But, truth be told, I land squarely in the middle.

As my regular readers know, I went to great efforts to build a fenced outdoor area so Finn could enjoy the great outdoors. (Those who argue that cats learn to be completely happy inside didn’t have Finn for a cat! He was NOT a happy indoor cat, though we made a great effort for a couple of years.) And Finn’s quality of life skyrocketed.

There is fencing specifically for cats that is very floppy at the top, so that it won’t hold their weight when they climb, and they’ll be unceremoniously gently dumped back down on the ground inside the fence.

Here’s a great solution that’s very inexpensive and works on pre-existing fencing.

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You can purchase this fencing at  www.Cat-Proofer.com

Sticky Paws Tape — Cat Clawing Deterent

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I love our cat, Finn. But I hate what Mr. Destructo does to our furniture. I could open a cat store with all the cat scratching posts, etc, that have stood idly by while he mangles my furniture.

I thought I’d found the winner when I’d discovered Feliway. And I must say that actually worked for several months. But I’ve had to move on to more serious deterrents. This double-sided tape sold by Stick Paws works great!
Sticky Paws Double-sided Tape

PetFlow Delivers Dog (and Cat) Food to Your Door

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You guys know me, I’m all about the sharing — and convenience. So let me share this great website, PetFlow.com, where you can order all your pet food needs and have them conveniently delivered to your door for one flat rate of $4.95 per order.  And don’t worry about selection because they carry just about every brand there is.  (I use four different high quality brands that I usually have to traipse to three different stores to buy and PetFlow had them all.)

You can order once, or when you need to replenish, or you can set up a delivery schedule.  I don’t know about you, but with 3 dogs and a cat, I’m tired of schlepping to different stores and then hauling heavy pet food bags from store to home. Thank you PetFlow. This is a very welcome service in our household!
petflow delivers pet food to your door

Birds of a Feather

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Yes, time flies — and those of us, ahem, over a certain age know exactly just how fast. Seems every time I turn around another one of my animals has just turned another year older. Just this week Finnegan and Wink have traveled around the sun one more time.

maine coon catFinnegan is 6 years old now — the longest I’ve had a cat live.  He tells me he’s going to live to be 17. I’m choosing to take him at his word.

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Wink is 3 now. Hard to believe…

I really, really, really didn’t want a third dog when Cait made her plea–two was plenty.  Obviously, I caved.  But now I couldn’t imagine life without this little guy. He is a complete joy.

Interesting, with their birthdays only a week apart, that these two have become inseparable friends.

maine coon cat & cavalier spanielWhere you’ll find one, you’ll find the other.

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When Wink was a puppy, he was so little that when he needed to rest, we put him in a playpen so Kiera and Graidy wouldn’t accidentally careen into him with their rough-housing.  Finn, from day one, would always jump in to keep him company. After all, what’s better than a little cat nap with a buddy?

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But truth be told, this twosome is really a threesome.

Always has been.  Always will be.

Happy Birthday Finn!

Happy Birthday Wink!

Wishing you both many, many, many more.

Providing for Your Dogs in Case of Delay or Death

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Most of us have wills providing for our significant others and children in the event something happened to us. But what about our animals?

If you were in an accident, or delayed from getting home from a trip, or you suddenly died, what would happen to your animals? Do you have a plan in place? Do you have people lined up and willing to step in and help? Have you set aside the resources to pay for food, vet care, etc.? Do you have a legal document outlining your wishes?

Never a happy subject, but also never a good time to think about it. So let’s think about it here and talk about it now. Especially if you live alone. Because if you don’t make a plan and something happens, you should know that in all probability your animals will be taken to a shelter (and if not adopted quickly, probably euthanized), or, worse, left stranded in your house to die.

There are a few quick and simple things you could do right now that could spell the difference between life and death for your pets, should something unexpected happen to you.

Contact three people you know (and hopefully that your animals know) who would accept responsibility for your animals in case something should happen to you. Make sure they have a copy of what your animals eat and when, which animals need to be kept together vs. which animals would do okay being rehomed by themselves, your vet’s phone #, and any other pertinent information.

Create a simple card that goes in your wallet near your license that says: “I have animals at home that depend on me. In case of emergency, please contact [person/phone #]”

Have these same cards attached to animal crates with dog’s photos, name, microchip info, contact info (2 friends and your vet), and instructions to take your animals directly to the vet and not a to shelter for care until the people listed can be contacted.

Make an ICE (in case of emergency) entry in your PDA and/or cell phone contact list. Police and firefighters responding to an accident will check whatever electronic devices you have, looking for ICE information.

And, if you’re open to such things, consider leaving arrangements for an animal communicator to talk to your animals about what’s happened to you and what will be happening to them. Assuring them that arrangements have been made can be very helpful and calming to distressed pets.

I have a list containing the following in my wallet, car glove compartment, and in a folder on my desk at home :

  • My dogs’ and cat’s names, photos, breed and description, and dates of birth
  • The ID on their collars
  • Information that Kiera and Graidy are wary of strangers, and how they should be approached.
  • My vet’s name and phone
  • My husband’s and sister’s name and phone
  • A nearby friend’s name and phone
  • Instructions that I will be financially responsible for food and vet bills in the event that I’m unable to express these wishes due to incapacitation or death.

I update this list annually.

When making arrangements for your animals, you should know that a regular will isn’t the way to go. Not only could your animals be dispersed and/or euthanized before the will is read, heirs can easily contest your wishes. You need a legal contract that appoints someone to assume guardianship of the animals and the funds/property set aside for their care, along with your instructions. The guardian you select then needs to sign the contract.

Such a contract also works much better in the event you don’t die, but are incapacitated, and arrangements and money for animals are still needed. That means you should spell out immediate as well as longer term wishes in the documents. You also have the option of setting up a trust for your animals, but it’s not cheap to do.

As with wills, you need to make sure these documents (contracts, trusts) are kept updated. A lapse in doing so could nullify your arrangements and leave your animals unprotected. For example, if you were to make a rescue/shelter program the guardian (lacking a family member or available friend), and the personnel and philosophy change, your wishes could be in jeopardy.

Because states differ considerably on what legal protections are allowed for animals, at some point it would be worth contacting a lawyer to assure that your wishes can be legally upheld.

Here’s a place to get ideas about the contract/agreement:

Here’s a place that has information about pet trusts:

Here’s another helpful article full of tips on Providing for Your Dogs If You are Gone

Taking an hour to get this all in place now will give you peace of mind and could save your animals’ lives later.

How to Introduce a Kitten to a Dog

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I’ve received several requests asking that I share how I introduced Finnegan, our Maine Coon cat to Kiera and Graidy, our two dogs at the time (Wink came after Finn).

First, a little background. When Kiera was a puppy, we had a cat with whom she got along just fine. And Graidy had been tested on cats by his rescue group. So I knew that both dogs, even with high prey drives, stood a good chance of eventually being fine with Finn if introduced properly.

  • I began by introducing each dog separately on loose leash, while I had Cait sit at the other side of the room with Finnegan on her lap. I watched that dog’s body language, as well as Finn’s.
  • Kiera immediately focused, stiffened and started whining. Finn raised his hackles and hissed. Keeping them both at a safe distance, I started working with Kiera to get her to relax and sit. Because both animals were aroused, I kept the first introduction very brief. After having Kiera sit, lie down, and stay for 30 seconds (all while being heavily praised and treated), we left the room.
  • Graidy immediately started wagging his tail and wanted to go over to say hello. Because Finn was hissing again, Graidy was just allowed to be in the room for a minute, and then we left.

When we weren’t working on introducing the animals, Finn was kept safely closed in with Cait in whatever room she was in, or in Cait’s bedroom. Then after I’d tested the dogs by holding Finn in my arms with good results (sniffing and losing interest), Cait was also allowed to walk around the house with Finn safely in her arms, as long as I was present to supervise.

  • We did several brief encounters a day for a few weeks before there was progress.(It may go faster or slower for others depending on their dogs and cats.)
  • Finn relaxed first. He was then allowed on the floor in a room with lots of built-in escape hatches. Graidy was on leash and wanted to play. Finn chose to scoot under a chair. When he felt safe, he came out again and started exploring. Graidy was allowed to stay in the room as long as he stayed in a sit or a down, while constantly being praised and rewarded for remaining calm. If he got too excited, we exited the room.
  • The next step with Graidy was to let him greet Finn on leash, with a quick retreat. After several encounters going well –both Graidy and Finn feeling comfortable — I dropped Graidy’s leash and let them interact. If either had gotten too excited, I would have grabbed the leash and exited. (During this process, neither Graidy nor Kiera were ever allowed to chase Finn.) It wasn’t long before Graidy and Finn were bestest buds.
  • Kiera was fine as long as Finn was up in somebody’s arms. It took longer to get her to progress with Finn at ground level. We continued with the short visits on leash with Cait sitting and holding Finn until Kiera relaxed and seemed to realize that Finn was family. From there, we progressed to Kiera on leash with Finn on the ground. While she remained alert, she didn’t try to rush Finn. From that point, it was probably another week before I dropped her leash. Once she was allowed to go up and sniff and nuzzle Finn on the floor, she was okay.
  • Lastly, we progressed to having both dogs on leash with Finn in Cait’s arms, and then on the floor. Then to both leashes dropped with Finn on floor. The two of them together wanted to play with Finn, but when he’d had enough, he’d swat them. They’d get the message and back off. From there, it was probably another week of supervised floor play before Finn was finally a free kitty with the run of the house.

The whole process took about seven weeks. I probably could have gone faster, but I wasn’t willing to take any risks. Even though it wasn’t any fun keeping Finn apart for that time, the safe and happy outcome has been worth it.

Our Version of “Ma Slapped a Bear”

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eyes in darkAs I mentioned last week, Cait makes sure Finn is in every night. On a recent night, the time got away from her before she realized that it was dark and Finn was not yet securely locked in the house.

So she started the nightly ritual of calling out while banging on Finn’s food can. Within minutes, he always appears.

But this night, still no Finn after several minutes of banging and calling.

Worried, Cait ran back in the house asking for help. She took the front of the house, and I took the back by the woods, both of us banging and calling. Hurrying, neither of us thought to grab a flashlight.

A few more minutes passed, when I saw the shadow of Cait start jogging down our road. I yelled out to her to see if she’d found Finn.

She called back, saying that she saw his eyes glowing in the dark and was in hot pursuit.

Great, I thought, as I started walking back to the house. That was until I felt something rubbing against my legs. I nearly jumped out of my skin! I looked down to find the wayward Finn doing figure eights around my legs.

That meant that whatever Cait was chasing was… not Finn. Not wanting to scare her, and definitely not wanting her to catch whatever she was tailing, I hurried to the road and called her back.

I saw that she’d made it to the turn in the road. I could see her trotting and stopping, trotting and stopping, as the glowing eyes trotted and stopped to look back.

Annoyed that my presence might jinx her near capture of what she thought was Finn, she shushed me and told me to stay back.

At that point, I told her I had Finn in my arms and she should return to me immediately.

Even in the dark, I could see her do a double-take. Aided by a burst of adrenalin, she seemed to cover the quarter mile between us in one gigantic leap.

As she held on to me to help steady her weak knees, she said with nervous laughter, “Yup that’s me. Just chasing any pair of random eyes down the road. My version of “Ma slapped a bear.”

What she was referring to was a scene in one of the Little House on the Prairie books. Pa is off hunting, so Ma has to tend to the evening chores by herself. She walks out to the field where they keep their cow, and slaps the cow’s rear to get it to move away from the gate so she can open it. Only what she finds out is that the cow is not the cow, but a black bear!

As we walked back to the house, she asked what I thought she might have been chasing.

Around our parts, there aren’t any bears (thankfully) but we do have plenty of coyotes, foxes, raccoons, opossums, woodchucks, and any number of other cat-sized critters that it could have been. I answered, “From the eyes and the gait, my money’s on a young coyote. They’re one of the few animals I know of that will stop and turn to look back like that.”

Cait, still nervously laughing, said, “It’d be kinda fun to have a little coyote as a pet.” Then I watched her throw a cautious glance over her shoulder to make sure the coyote wasn’t thinking the same thing.

Life in the country. Gotta love it!

Still Here

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It’s been a while since Finn, Cait’s Maine Coon mix, has gotten any air time. Let me remedy that. He’s almost 4 years old already! And he is well-loved by both humans and dogs alike around here.

Finn

That said, I’m not what you’d call a natural cat lover. And Finn and I have had our moments–   Yep, that’s his handiwork.

feliway before

But I really do love him.  So much so, that I built this fence in part for him so he could be a “safe” outdoor cat.  Since we got him, that has been his deepest wish.  How do I know?  You’d only have to listen to him “cack” at the door for hours on end to understand.

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All was well for several months.  Until he finally figured out how to deal with the floppy wire at the top of the fence line.

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We’ve had to resign ourselves to the fact that his life and his destiny are his own now.  Though we do make sure that he’s always in for the night before dark.  We don’t want to tempt the fates anymore than we already are.  And with all the night-time predators around here, that would be tempting indeed. Once the sun comes up, he’s rearin’ to face a new day.

Finn coon free

Yes, if anyone were to ask him, I’ve no doubt our Finny boy would tell you that his life is mighty fine!

On the Hunt

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It’s in the air today, along with the gathering thunder clouds.  Everyone around here is hunting for something.

Our Great Blue Heron is on the hunt for his lunch.

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He seldom misses.

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He’s snagged himself a nice fish.

Oh, there’s something else fishing there along the side of the pond!

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Is it our Fisher (a weasel)?

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Nope. I’d recognize that fluffy tail anywhere. Looks like Finn’s found some good hunting by the pond too.

Kiera and Wink are hunting for a safe place to get away from the thunder.

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25 mg of Benedryl is enough to get Kiera (48 lbs) through the storm in one piece.

I’ve been on the hunt for the last of my Spring flowers.

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They brighten up my day under the overcast skies. It makes working in my outside office all the more divine. Wish you could smell their fragrance wafting through the air.

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But my ever helpful Graidy is happy to do the sniffing for you.

Are you on the hunt for anything special to help get you through your day?

PS Does anybody know how to take pictures so dogs’ eyes don’t have that glow-in-the-dark look?

PPS The Operant Conditioning post Part2 will be up next week.

When Life Dumps a Truckload of Manure in Your Driveway

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Ever go through one of those times where you wake up in the morning to find a truckload of manure in your driveway? You didn’t order it. You don’t need it. You can’t return it, because the midnight interloper has left no forwarding address. And you’re not going to be able to get your car out of the garage until you get the pile moved.

What’s a person to do?

Why, read a book and plant a garden, of course.

On the book front — as Cait continues to face some of the emotional challenges of becoming a teenager, I’m always looking for ways to help her put it into perspective. I’m a firm believer that learning how to keep one’s balance and sense of humor go a long way in the sanity department. And I’ve found that storytelling is the best way to keep reminding Cait of that.

While Cait (mostly) loves my stories, I also try to provide her with reading material that supports the view that what’s important in life is not so much what happens to you, but what you do with it.

Cait’s and my favorite book on this subject at the moment is: Who Ordered This Truckload of Dung? by Ajahn Brahm.

In it, you’ll find a collection of 108 tales nimbly covering topics such as perfection, love, commitment, fear, pain, anger, forgiveness, happiness, freedom and humility. Each story is only a couple of pages long, and can be read one at a time when time is short. Brahm, a former Cambridge University theoretical physics professor, is now an abbot.

One of my favorite stories in it for Cait has to do with how we can let perfectionism prevent us from seeing the bigger picture and feeling a sense of accomplishment, which can make it hard for us to let go and move on. In “Two Bad Bricks,”  a brick layer builds an entire wall–1,000 bricks worth–but he can’t enjoy his work, because all he concentrates on are the two “bad” bricks that are slightly out of alignment. That is, until it’s pointed out to him the beauty of the other 998.

On the garden front–

Not having the time I need to keep up with both vegetables and flowers this year, something has had to give.

My solution? I’ve cut back on my flower gardening. Way back. To just window flower boxes. *windowbox-coon

How can anyone look out a window and see this, and not smile?

Except for maybe Finn. He’s twitching. There’s a Robin sitting in that tree taunting him. But that’s another story…

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* Shooting through the window screen created the gauzy effect of the photo.

All-ee All-ee In Free

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–or perhaps more aptly,

All-ee All-ee Out Free

I’m in one of those “if there’s a problem, solve it” modes. With four animals in the house now (outnumbering the humans) I have to admit that I’ve been feeling a little under siege lately. Between worrying about Finn dashing out the door every chance he gets, and dealing with integrating Wink, Cait’s new puppy, into a very established pack, I’ve had my hands full.

But I finally hit on a solution that would help both situations. And it only took a week of hard labor, some sore muscles, and a few recycled materials.

Remember this?

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Which, this spring, looked like this?

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Add to that a couple dozen ripped up old deck boards, and it now looks like this.

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And now Finn gets to do this.

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And the dogs have finally progressed to the point of being able to safely and calmly do this.

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Which lets me get back to doing more of this.

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And we all lived happily ever after.

Longest Day of the Year

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The summer solstice is the day of maximum sunlight hours, bringing the longest day and shortest night of the year.

I’d like to think we put it to maximum use.

As usual, Graidy greeted me at 4:50 a.m.by jumping up on the bed and licking my face until I woke up. Next to me on the floor, was Kiera on her dog bed. Finn was perched on the open window sill, twitching at every birdsong. The furry contingent and I made our way downstairs and outside for the first morning’s call. Then it was back inside for a quick breakfast.

With coffee and computer, I got to work at my little makeshift office outside on the deck.

grass-paper1.jpgThere’s nothing I love better than watching the sun rise, the birds sing, and the day come to life. The early morning hours are my time to write.

I’d made good progress, but couldn’t figure out where a couple of my pages had gone. Once the sun had come up, I could see that they’d been scattered around the yard by two common forces of nature around here — wind and Graidy.

Then it was on to more deck duty. Our deck is decades old and badly splintered. It’s been in need of a face-lift.

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While the day was still cool, I got to work ripping up old deck boards.

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Then it was time to haul the new boards around to the back. By this time, Andrew had returned from golfing, and we made quick work of it. (Along the fence are my grapes, sunflowers, and some pumpkins. Looks like it’s going to be another good year for all three.)

Kiera doesn’t like banging, so she hightailed it far away over to her favorite shade spot. From there, she can survey the whole property. She’s got the grounds covered.

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Graidy spent the morning gazing at the pond.

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–Hey Graidy boy! Whatcha doin’?

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I’m on aerial duty. Gotta keep the winged ones away.

–Of course. Carry on.

By 10:30 it was time to take a break. The sun was baking our deck area.

But it was still the perfect temperature to get some gardening chores done. With the help of my two mice/rabbit/vole/mole patrollers.

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I hear one. Graidy, do you hear one?

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YES! Found it! I think it’s heading over to you.

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Yep. Yep, I’m on it. As soon as I finish munching some of this yummy green stuff.

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Oh, I’ll take care of it myself! Ma, why do you even let him out here?! He just makes more work for me.

–Yes, I know my sweet girl. But you have to admit he’s always good for a laugh.

After lunch Cait wanted a chance to close the gap on my winning streak at badminton.

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A string between two trees measures just the right distance for a regulation length span. Important when you live with opponents who are sticklers for such things… The back tree marks perfectly the back line.

I’d had enough after a few hours. By then it had cooled down enough to get more done on the deck.

After dinner, it was time for Kiera’s and Graidy’s walk. Everywhere we looked were these billowy clouds streaming with beautiful light.

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And finally, what would the summer solstice be without catching fireflies?

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A long day? Yes. But a day spent just the way I like it — mostly outside with my loved ones.

Hope your solstice was just as wonderful.

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