He’s Bad and Clad in Plaid

He’s home.

Which means Sparrow got the hug she’s been craving plus a pack of Trident gum.

Which means we had elk burgers on the grill as a welcome-home meal.  (Yes, that’s Hellman’s mayo amongst an otherwise organic, home-raised meal.  This household has no shame when it comes to mayonnaise.  We praise the ‘naise, friends.  Deal with it.)

Which means the pigs breathed a sigh of relief.  Since my last bear-related post, the fence has needed repair three times.  The bear tore the panels right off the t-posts two nights running and actually snapped a few of the panel joints last night.  No more pigs were harmed but I’m pretty sure the hair on their chinny-chin-chins is growing grayer by the minute.  Well gray-no-more, you snorting little scrap mongers!  Andy’s got you shrouded in the protective cloak of his huntsman ways with a snare, a culvert trap and until its too dark to see, a shotgun.

I think it’s safe to say everyone’s glad he’s back.  Everyone but the bear.

About Amy Woschek Schmidt

little moon hoping to reflect the Light. writer of stories. mama to sparrow. wife to schmidty. wholy redeemed by the Holy One, Jesus Christ.
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One Response to He’s Bad and Clad in Plaid

  1. Chicken Mama says:

    I love that last shot – your hubby looking so . . . errr . . . tough (?) and ready – clad in plaid! 🙂

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