This morning, I dewormed all of the yearlings, Scout, and Lerris. On Sunday, we had noticed that someone was dropping "dog poo" rather than pellets, so this was not just a precautionary measure. Constantine and Astor were looking *very* pale this morning, so I have my suspects. And of course Astor spit about 1/4 of his dewormer back at me, so I'll be getting him again tomorrow morning.

Moving Lerris in with the little-er boys has been good for his general flighty disposition. Rather like Russell-cat, acknowledgment or eye contact will still send him fleeing. But he is not quite so insistent on a 20-foot buffer between him and humanity anymore. Under the influence of the yearling tribe, he's a little calmer, and a little bit more willing to occupy the same timezone as me. He has even - on very rare occasion - brushed up against me during breakfast.

And on a totally different topic - the Virginia Flycatcher nesting pair is back for the fourth year. They have moved the nest from over the front door to the corner downspout. I think the new location is a vast improvement for all of our sanity.