My redneck story of the possum and vulture may have seem fabricated for a good read. This morning, I was able to finally get a picture of one of them. Yes, that is a vulture on top of the trash can. (Every time I look at them The Jungle Book movie pops in my head...) Garbage day is today. Thank God. I'm still wondering what these dedicated vultures, who have been staking out my possum-filled garbage can, will do when they open the lid. I'm worried.
They've put on a few fancy dance shows for the girls too...although I think it's more of a mating thing. I have pictures to prove that theory, but I will spare you the mating images of vultures today. It's not pretty.
And THIS is where I bathed my children last night. Outside. It was so warm that I thought it would be fun. Nope. They screamed as the water was freezing. This redneck adventure of bathing may have scarred them for life.
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