1. The doves have started using my back porch like it’s their own personal pick up bar. I keep telling them to “get a room”, but apparently PDA’s don’t seem to bother them.
3. Skunk mating season is waning. Booyah. While the thought of Mama skunks now gestating the future generation of stink leaves me less than ecstatic, I am pleased to report fewer critter carcasses on the road. Or not.
5. I have a hankering to “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” while brandishing a ukulele.