The sweet smell of waffles has been replaced. You KNOW what I'm talking about. The WAR has resumed since confirming the availability of a prisoner of war camp several miles away. I feel pretty beat up, having survived thus far on MRE's ... leftover egg casserole to be exact. It may be fine when it's fresh out of the oven, but as a leftover it's ready for internment.
Here's the video from the day before with the enemy digging trenches in the flower bed. It was a small one, comparatively speaking. That being said, you still need heavy boots to walk in my corrals since the weeds obscure their handiwork.
This little brat, and I only say that because he is little compared to Big Mamma, didn't appear to hang around long. Pretty much looks like he's on a mission to me!!