Willful incompetence... Do you know it? Do you use it?
I'll admit that I do. Not seriously as mentioned in the link... (I can do anything. I rock like that. You do too.) ...just playfully with Bill for things he doesn't mind doing such as cleaning toilets or cooking dinner. In return, Bill claims willful incompetence with regard to using the washing machine and uploading pictures to the interweb.
This week, he spent a while in our pasture taking photos of butterflies and then whined a little about blogging them until I promised to do it for him.
What I don't think he realized, however, is that now I get to tell the story of his butterfly blogging any way I want.
Bill is kind of a girl. He's a total softy. Remember that bunny from the spring? He totally wanted to keep it to snuggle with. He also really likes flowers. One morning as we were carpooling and, of course, running late for work, he wandered off into a brushy area following spring wildflowers, completely obvious to the time that we didn't have.
I said, "Ahem..." (I probably didn't. It's more likely I swore at him.)
He said, "But, Baby...Flowers!" As if that was all the explanation needed.
Picture Ferdinand the Bull.
But he also takes pretty awesome photos, which I'm pleased to post. More here.
Bill's turkeys are also doing well. They've got free range of the whole pasture and are finding lots of good food to eat - most recently they've learned how to wrap the tall grass with the fuzzy tops around their beaks and strip the seed heads right off. Delish.
Maybe he needs more guns, to achieve balance.
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