The Ricker received his birthday call today.

It was a pretty normal conversation with the Ricker in that I repeated everything three times, because he never actually listens to what I (or anyone else has to say). Still, it was a pretty good talk, because some of the stuff I said seemed to sink in after multiple repititions.

Then the Ricker had to go, because he was busy spraying the trees around the house with concentrated spoiled egg spray to keep the deer away from the sumacs.