Hell for Prairie Dogs

Harlan and his 13 year old granddaughter fed by themselves today. Camey was a good little driver and Harlan tossed flakes off the hay wagon. They paused at the bottom of my land and commenced shooting at the prairie dogs. They spent a lot of bullets but I didn't see any carcasses bounce. Then this afternoon a prairie dog came calling at the house. Honey leapt into huntress mode and she is a good one. I have not seen a live prairie dog up close except at the Palm Beach Zoo. Of course it was brutal but interesting. Honey is much faster and caught it. It turned on its back in a submissive posture to a dog so Honey was puzzled and looked. Then it ran and she was after it-it squealed like a cat. She got it down again and it went submissive. Then it hopped up on its hind feet and they sniffed noses. I thought they were bonding. Then it ran again and Honey was in full pursuit. I was concerned for both so I was not particularly helpful and it ran under the van. I was hoping it would get away and tell the others not to come around here again. It got nipped but I saw no blood. It really did make Honey's day she has been on the alert ever since. She missed a feral cat that went along the ditch bank but the birds did not-they escorted it right off the property. If the prairie dogs come around they are now fair game. Buster was hiding from the thunder today but he knows what to do too.

For me today was a better day inside and out. I loaded up on calcium in the last 24 hours and paid attention to my trace elements. I feel perkier. Got some stuff done too.

All the news about people croaking is kind of overwhelming. Pitchman Billy Mays was a surprise but he gave me fits. Harve Presnell at 75 was in the order of things I guess. Molly Sugden was a treat as Mrs. Slocombe on PBS. Somebody collected a lot of her double entendres on youtube. They always make me laugh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19AQgpsIMVY&feature=player_embedded