Our first garden produce was, predictably enough, radishes.
Delicious, sweet and spicy.
This makes us very optimistic for the other things we have planted. I over-did it a bit with the corn, and have a lot of thinning to do in the very near future.
We had a bear visitor the other evening,about a half hour before sunset. Terry spotted the visitor first. If we end up deaf someday, we can blame living in bear country as a contributing factor.
The concrete wall at the base of the garage is two feet tall. So this is a small bear, barely (bearly), peeking over the grass and looking at the house to see if they could spot the source of the loud sounds.
That is the way we see the bear.
A concerned bear.
That is the way Terry sees the bear.
A bear who paid attention to momma, "If it sounds like it could eat you, leave."
Terry was once again victorious at scaring away dangerous predators and protecting the flock. Mish missed it as he ran upstairs to his bedroom at the first scream from the peanut gallery.