August 15, 2005
LETTER FROM ALASKA
Apparently my Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose), has some uninvited houseguests chomping on the vintage at his homestead on Alaska's Kenai Peninsula.
You have to excuse him. He's the sort of guy who types in all caps:
Yeah!!!!! We go ahead and feed the babies, ---- SEE WHAT THEY DID!!!!!!!!!!!! Just about cleaned us out, and just like they say on the TV commercials -- And That's Not All!!!!!
Then, Cecile looked out the front window and see who is eating her flowers??????? C. worked all summer long trying to get the place looking pretty and WHAMMO, Yeah, Feed the babies!!!!!!
This is on the front deck!!!!! Feed the Babies!!!!!!!!!!!!Oh they are so cute---FEED THE BABIES!!!!!! Where's Momma?????????? That is her job!!!! They are her babies, not ours!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL, I GUESS THEY FOUND A HOME. THEY ARE SLEEPING IN OUR YARD.
PREVIOUS LETTERS FROM ALASKA
The salmon don't stand a chance.
The Last Fuzzy Slipper Frontier.
There's a bar in them thar country.
Sunsets, salmon and civil ceremonies.
Volcanoes, churches and halibut.
A fantasy RV for The Last Frontier.
Heading north to the homestead.
Publicizing moose-shaped tubers.
wow, they really are invasive! Kind of reminds me of the raccoons that won't go away once they detect a food source. Having never been to Alaska, I'm really enjoying the pictures from Pete.
opps, should I have typed this post in caps? :)
Very cool.
Posted by: Lynne at August 16, 2005 01:34 AM