El Chupacabra Photographed in Havelock!

The Monster in Question.

Just lurking in the bushes is El Chupacabra with evil intentions for my daughter and the little rat-dog. The monster is in the dark spot of the bushes just above and to the right of the flowers seen above Emma's head.

Look closely and you can make out the glowing eyes and face.


Goddamn El Chupacabra was stocking my infant daughter while my wife was taking some joyous photos. It was purely by accident that Annie and I noticed the beast in the bushes as we were playing with the digital zoom on our new camera. We were quite surprised when we noticed the malevolent, predatory eyes lurking in the darkness of the bushes not more than 75 feet away. I have been continuously expanding my knowledge into the realm of the paranormal by listening to Coast to Coast AM every night and was fully aware of El Chupacabra activity since 1997. During the days that followed the sighting, I did further supplementary research which including forensic facial structure analysis and stature comparisons; all studies were double blind and included heavy dosages of placebo (which really did not do anything for me at all). In conclusion, the cross references amoung the ufology community confirms that El Chupacabra or the less sinister Odcoileus virginianus was indeed lurking in the bushes.

Emma Enjoying the Summer

Just wanted to say thanks to the Very Important Cousin-in-Law for your help in getting our new camera to us; here are some pictures of your favourite subject that we've taken with it.

Haying Summer 06

Shit, but this hay making season was easy as taking the pants off a teenage St. Chrys girl. I made me a good chunk a change scrapin' back in the spring so I rented me one of them new fangled GPS satellite guided thingies that attached to the tractor and told it where to go and how fast to do it. I reckon that "GPS" must stand for "Greased Pig Shit" because my hay was done just as quick as that. I was able to get a lot accomplished as the tractor rolled around making hay all by itself. The old lady cross the street did come-a-runnin' and a hollering though when she saw that no one was ridin' it because she supposed that I'd fallen off and let it get away on me again. It took me a fair amount of splainin', cypering, yelling and drawing little doodles in the sand to tell her how this fancy GPS thing worked and in the end she still didn't get it. She left mad and scared, and kept on casting backward glances over her shoulder and vexed the driverless tractor saying that it was the work of the devil his-self. Well, I say the devil can pilot my tractor any time he wants as long as I can get good and drunk and have me a good chaw while he does it.