no room at the inn--try the barn

The cold finally drove this vagabond inside.  Sunday evening was water and bread with peanut butter.  Same thing this morning and lunch.  Slowly began to trust me.  The last time I went to the barn he was at the door, but retreated when I entered.  But the inevitable--the township police.  First one with mere gloves.  Seeing the animal, he called back-up with a loop.  I don't want a dog, but my heart went out to this one as they walked him to the car.  I tried to be upbeat:  "hope this is the worst you see today, thanks."

Some kind of mastiff breed?  Trained, anyway.  As soon as he got out the barn door he peed; as the officer nudged, pushed and finally half-lifted him into the cruiser he pooped on the officer's shoe.  "Can I get you paper towels?"  Nah!  That one was not inclined to fraternize with civilians.

then the barn

As the house waits for filling nail holes, priming, and painting, the contractor worked on the barn, the west end, replacing siding boards that were rotting.  Here's before and after photos, although the after was taken before all the siding was replaced, to show the insides.

vortex and spider

The vortex is at the bottom left, where the web goes down into the hole of the hollow ladder rung. All this behind the barn. Specks and blur due to web between you and spider.

This spider could do something to bring civilization down .

life behind the barn

Daffodils have popped up some time ago behind the barn, which faces south. What you see here are at the grape arbor. Forgot to thin them out.