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A striking development in the Shrine of the Immaculate Confection, in Hyannis Port. The head has now been somewhat awkwardly reunited with the body, and the whole thing has tilted alarmingly. This lends credence to my niece's theory that the head was propping the statue up:
At this rate, I'm expecting the fairy to close its book and walk away at any time. I also think the bottle looked better than the actual head.
For those of you who remember the Hyannis Port Mystery, I showed the pix to my family on Thanksgiving. My niece pointed out that the original head was right there in the tree with the statue, which I had overlooked:
Meanwhile, somebody has stolen the replacement head. Don't know why. It was empty:
There was a guy on the corner with a bunch of recycling bins on a trailer (they evidently only recycle once a year in Hyannis Port, but they make a pretty big deal out of it). Maybe he took the spare head.
Wild turkeys have become such a feature of life on the Cape that it's worthy of comment when we don't see them. We've had a flock living in the neighborhood for the last year and a half, terrorizing the Mutts. The Wee Lad was over on the Vineyard last week and a flock pushed him down and stole his lunch money.
So it kind of surprised me today to realize I haven't seen the neighborhood turkeys in my yard since Spring. Wonder where they've gone.
So there I was, driving through Hyannis Port, doing my job, minding my own business, when out out the corner of my eye I saw:
I actually drove past this at first, but backed up to get a better look:
That's a little Smirnoff nip for a head. Clearly somebody had waaaaay too much fun this weekend.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, vulgarity is the key to a dog's brain. So when it's time to get The Mutts out to take care of business, I generally yell, "Hey, dogs, let's go piss on stuff!"
Sometimes one dog hangs back to loaf, so I take the first out alone. A day or so ago, Gus was the loafer, so I took JoJo out by herself. She ran around the yard a bit, as usual, sniffed everything seven times, as usual, and then, not at all as usual, she came over and sat on my foot.
As I looked down to watch her staring up at me in rapt adoration, I came to realize that this wasn't her normal sitting position. And when she stood up and trotted off, It came to me that I'd never explained that "stuff" was not meant to include my shoe.
After a solid week of rain, it finally cleared up this weekend. We can stop harvesting mushrooms off the windowsills. Left the mutts a bit confused, though:
It's been raining for most of the past week, and it's supposed to keep raining for at least a couple more days. It's been so soggy the raindrops are starting to mildew. Interesting wildlife phenomena result:
Interesting meteorological phenomena, as well:
The mutts are not taking it well:
