Surveying where they'll make their path...

The field behind the house is a wee bit intimidating right now. The grasses (all sorts including buckwheat) come to Wild Thing's shoulder. There are all sorts of surprises out there. There are animal trails, places where the wind has flattened big swaths, giant patches of buttercups and indian paint brush and daisies and red clover that reaches past your knees to compete with the grass.

But if you can make it to the trees there's a a babbling brook with little fish and frogs and turtles.

Tomorrow I'll take before shots of the kitchen and bathroom - the worst things we have to contend with with our renovations/restoration.