Tiny Weasel's Big Day Out

Tiny Weasel had a couple irregular bumps on her, so on Tuesday I brought her to the vet for surgery. It was that or rename her Tiny Bumps, which doesn't quite have the same ring as Tiny Weasel. Sadly, she decided to tear out her sutures today. We brought her to the vet for emergency care and they used a special glue to close the wound. An hour later, she decided the glue needed to come out, too. Ben and I theorize that she has become a Christian Scientist.
With all the vet visits, Tiny is absolutely done with me, vets, medication, and trips in the car. Luckily, now she's on heavy sedation, so she no longer cares about any of it.

Translation of weasel stare: "How could you do this to me?"

Other than the Tiny Weasel emergency (and that's a pretty big other, all considered), it's been a pretty good week -- at least in terms of food. Tonight Ben and I made dumplings, and last night I made overly elaborate pizza bagels for dinner.

Spiny Norman helped with clean up, as always. He does not like tomatoes, but he says Veggie Shreds are pretty awesome. Garlic is OK to eat once, and then never again. I ate all the olives and basil, so he didn't have a chance to perform his restaurant critic powers of observation on them.

Scrub Jays, Part II

So, apparently peanuts are all that is required to get scrub jays interested in your feeder. Within an hour of putting them out, two scrub jays showed up. And since Spiny Norman has been turning his little nose up at the peanuts I bought for him, this gives me something to do with his stash.

Peanut!

 

Bald Hill Park and a Spiny Mouse

Bald Hill Park: 1.5 miles; easy
Today's mini-adventure was Bald Hill Park, which lies on the mysterious 50-mile-per-hour dead end road near Benton County Fairgrounds. The path varies between gravel, pavement, and dirt trail passing through woods, alongside the pastures of Bald Hill Farm, and eventually (although we didn't make it on this trip) up Bald Hill. Highlights included adorable baby animals and trail literature telling you their price per pound. Unfortunately, it seems like you need to buy a minimum of a quarter of a cow to take advantage of the farm's free range meat.
Since I forgot my camera today, I leave you with this photo of Spiny Norman, my spiny mouse. He is looking rather self-satisfied due to recent consumption of two crickets.

A Perfectly Normal Norman