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Not So Red Fox

    Hey everyone. I was standing at the kitchen window this morning, pouring a cup of coffee. A red fox came trotting by scarcely twenty feet away from the house. He was oddly colored, all brown except for a big swath of red fur on his throat. He sure was scrawny looking. I think he was after the squirrels that hang around this place. At any rate he was snuffling along in the dead leaves and soon passed out of sight. I don't know where these animals are getting water. Our creek is dried up completely. I suspect that they get their water from a farm pond some where.
    We've been trying out some new games for the Ipad. Battle Bears, Doodle Jump, Gears, Minigore, Fragger, Peggle, Tornado, Buganoids, and Flight Control, to name a few. My wife really likes Peggle and reached 13,000,000 points on it. It's $2.99 on the app store. She likes Fragger, which is a game where you throw grenades at these little guys and blow them up. It's 99 cents. In Battle Bears you have these over-affectionate teddy bears who are trying to hug you to death. You try to shoot them which is a real turn off for me. I mean, they're teddy bears, dude. Upon reflection, I think that I was ruined for gaming by Plants vs. Zombies. It was my first game on the Ipad and the other games just don't measure up. I like Bookworm okay. In this game you pick words out of a mass of letters before a meltdown of flaming letters happen. The bad thing about this game is you never win but merely go for high score. I am a non-competitive person and never play games on-line, by the way.
    On one of the Ipad related sites I mentioned yesterday I found a review of a game called Ninja Chicken HD. I will probably check it out later today. If I can fit that into my busy schedule of goofin' off out back here at the green place. CE Wills
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