Welcome to Hobo village

In my peaceful quiet backyard, and beyond in the HOA maintained wilderness, we have been enjoying the crane who is visiting more often, flowers popping up on every hill in every color....

... and the new band of warrior hobo's who have moved in and set up camp.

Within an hour of arrival there were two complex dwellings up.

There are plenty of grubs to go around (well worms and rolly pollies) so no one will go hungry...


... until I yell outside that no bake cookies are ready. Times are hard, I wanted to be friendly! Then they turned violent. Spraying me with their newly opened water guns (thank you Aunt Bear!). I threatened to withhold my cookies and the leader, aka Sean, yelled "Shoot her in the butt!!!!". I did my best serious "You will NOT get any cookies if you squirt me!". It didn't work and I had 4 dirt covered boys chasing me through the yard and into the garage.

They tried to call my bluff and I came up with the best way to punish them, make them draw a nice picture for me as payment for my cookies and the damage done to my blown out hair.
"What?! I don't know what kinds of things girls like!" cried the leader.

"Fine." said Brendan.

They got to work drawing and Colin was the first to approach me. "I drew a picture of you and I hugging I wrote I love you mom on it".

Awww, what a sweetheart, here is your cookie. Brendan took the longest but his drawing also made me smile. A sweet drawing of the two of us on a green sunlit hill.

Then came Sean. Ya know, I really love that kid. But he is something else.

"I drew you eating a giant cookie, because that's what you do."