Smiles of a summer day

Baby the Magnificent, official portrait in front of Goomp's Down East seaside cottage Camelot.

Baby and his sister slipped their traces, hopped out of the car and hit the ground running yesterday morning the minute we arrived at Goomp's. After a satisfying roll on the sunny pavement of the drive, they both bounded off to field and forest, and each came back in short order with a chipmunk in the jaws. Later Tiny was seen running across the lawn with a tiny vole hanging out of the corner of her mouth.

Tiny studies the movements of a local member of the Leporid community early morning.

The Chelsea Grays followed their instincts, and we followed ours, seeking a stay of execution for each prisoner. Our techniques varied according to the situation but usually amounted to distracting the cat long enough to grab either the feline or its intended victim and separate them to allow time for the prey to escape. If it's around mealtime, an enthusiastic "Want your supper?" will do usually the trick.

Can you say photogenic? Oh, you Baby face.

Neo stopped by for a visit last evening, and the talk soon turned to -- what else? -- blogging. A vague sense we both have that enthusiasm in the blogosphere has crested and is now on the wane. Visitor stats are sagging. Are we projecting, and/or are we onto something? As she talked, we felt as if she were channeling our thoughts. She nodded in recognition when we confessed that lately we had been prone to skip a day -- or even two -- of blogging from time to time without losing any sleep over it. Contrast this slacker attitude with the wild-eyed commitment expressed in this imail exchange a little under a year ago:

She: You are in the tiny percentile of those who blog daily.

We: Yes. Although I do miss a day from time to time. But in my MIND I blog daily. And when I don't I am wracked with fear and loathing.

Tuck refuels the totally awesome -- "weeds and brush have no chance" -- DR field and brush mower as he fulfills estate-grooming responsibilities yesterday.

Wither the blogosphere? Watch this space.

Comments

[goomp]

As dogs are restricted from roaming our neighborhoods, the rodents, deer and foxes become our new neighbors and add spice to the lives of our feline friends.

[Teresa]

Oh my - Tiny and Baby would have a field day in my yard. I have so many chipmunks it's incredible. I keep wondering how to encourage the local hawks to come hang out at our place. *grin*

As for the lull in blogging - that happens every year when summer hits. People are outside more (which is a good thing) and things will turn around again in the fall when it starts getting cold and people are looking of new things to read.

Happy Father's Day to Goomp.