If you ever drop by Blackwater Camp, you'd better bring your own coffee. All I have is tea, King Cole Orange Pekoe tea blended and packaged in Sussex, New Brunswick. No Red Rose tea from Uppity Canada and, most certainly, none of that tea that makes the little elves dance with their little jingle bells. We got a varmint bounty on them. Oh yeah, it's Tetley (spg?) tea, from The Rock, I think. Now, I'm not being nasty. As a matter of fact, you get three choices : black, canned milk or powdered skim milk. Fancy spot.

I think I know why I have been posting so much about the camp and the yotes and such. I haven't been to the woods since the snow began to fly, for various reasons I won't go into. So it's simple. I'm homesick. I even miss the mice that started getting in the camp during the last couple of weeks before the snow.

Okay, one more story. Mice. I trapped a couple one night and chucked them onto the lawn in the morning, figuring Hooty or Weaser or someone would collect them. What a shock when a Moose Bird (Grey Jay, Canada Jay, Whiskey Jack, and a hundred other names) swooped in and grabbed one, followeded immediately by another Moose Bird who grabbed the other one. Never woulda thunk it!! Wouldna believed it unless I saw it with my own two eyes neither.

Okay. I'll try to shut up now.