WARNING: DISTURDING CONTENT

Found a pile of feathers this morning, remnants of a bluejay dinner. But we had bigger worries in the air. Rolling up the rim of our septic tank revealed a shitload of trouble, literally! City dwellers out there just flush their troubles away, but we have to call Vaughan who grinds the gears getting his 3,000 gallon honey-wagon up our hill. He's been there, done that so hoses come out and before you can say OMG he's collected the fertilizer for his brother's sod farm! (Is his slogan really: We Suck It Up So You Don't Have To?!)

Dragon flies are now cleared to land. Dark tracks show where the little brown jug eased down the hill. And the air is once again daisy fresh!