Skipper and Summer play in the snow and scare Abby who decides to watch from afar. (Behind a bush.)
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It doesn’t get better!
We have fresh snow, two dogs and sunshine.
We can’t go into the woods, though. It’s deer hunting season. Every deer in the county knows DH and I don’t hunt. Their tracks are everywhere. They are everywhere.
We’ve flushed out full-antlered bucks. We’ve flushed out whole herds.
One of the deer is the smallest doe DH has ever seen. He saw her this summer and thought she was a fawn, until he saw the baby. DH was on his tractor and the fawn and tiny doe walked almost up to him. They weren’t the least bit afraid as they strolled by DH and the tractor on their way to a neighbor’s cornfield.
But, as beautiful as they are and as much as we love seeing them, the deer are a danger to our deer-running dogs who’ll hopefully give chase over car-ridden highways, past trigger-happy hunters and livestock-protecting farmers.
Until hunting season ends, the dogs have to be leashed or kept by the garden where they won’t be enticed into harm’s way.
Today though, nobody minds. Not with snow to run through and a dad who can be coaxed into throwing the ball.
It’s a most wonderful TIME of the year!
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Furry little animals are my favorite gifts.
Last night, Simba brought me a present. He’d caught his first mouse and was excitedly meowing with every step. Unfortunately I didn’t know what Simba’s calls meant until it was too late.
Proudly, Simba dropped the mouse at my feet and waited to be praised. Only when the mouse ran toward me, I went the other way.
Undaunted, Simba recaptured the mouse and followed me into the next room. Maybe he thought I needed to learn to hunt. He was calling me the way mother cats call their babies.
Which is how we ended up playing cat and mouse.
Patiently, Simba again dropped his mouse, making encouraging chirps and looking at me hopefully.
Simba was proud of his catch. His eyes gleamed. He looked fierce, like his name. But still, he was giving the mouse to me.
I swept the mouse outside with a broom.
Simba ran out the dog door.
I like to think the mouse escaped and found his way back to the barn. And that the little mouse had a glorious reunion with his family.
But, this morning, I didn’t kiss Simba.
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Kitty is trying to kill himself.
It’s a dangerous situation.
Kitty is so happy when he thinks his people are coming home he runs under the front wheels of every vehicle pulling into our drive. If you look for him, when it gets dark he’s hard to see.
We don’t know how to break Kitty of his new habit. Some of the visitors to our house are older and have enough trouble negotiating around our trees, shrubs or the barn to consider watching out for our little cat.
This week our horses kicked holes in the barn. We don’t keep them locked inside stalls. They can go inside or out at will. They’ve got free access to a big round bale of hay. They have a fan inside the barn. They have bug zappers. They have a drinking fountain.
I think the horses and Kitty are missing DH.
DH loves having a farm and spends his days as if he were a paid hand. He mows, works in the barn, trims trees, cleans up trails, fixes fences and as he does chores, the horse’s noses are right up his back or over his shoulder. When DH is outside their pasture, the horses watch his every move from the closest fence corner.
Kitty lived wild and feral in DH’s woods for an entire year before DH was able to get close to him. He still spends most days outside. Only instead of being the cat that walked and lived alone, Kitty now follows DH like a dog. He is up and down ladders, running ahead of DH on paths in the woods and springing out from behind weeds to grab DH’s legs.
Lately though, DH has had obligations that have prevented him from being as available outside for our animals.
Buster and DH greet Mr. Miller, the repairman who will be fixing our barn. The children soon are petting our horses although Mr. Miller said their horse is a new one. According to Mr. Miller, the new horse isn’t very well trained and behaved badly on the drive to look over our barn.
It is shedding season and over the past week with my daughter visiting, every day was a reminder that I really need to check out the animal Dyson vacuum cleaner. Dog and cat hair were everywhere and clinging to our clothes everytime we left the house.
Our pets are a lot of work and a responsibility. They aren’t cheap with vet visits, expensive and endless desires for Fancy Feast, hay, treats, toys and barn destroying. But, their joy, when we come home, is so overwhelming you cannot help but know it’s love in its purest and most unselfish form.
Simba may mostly be DH’s cat, but this week it was my face he snuggled up to every night. And in the mornings DH made coffee and Abby came and nuzzled my arm so I’d wake up right before it was ready. Somehow, someway, those pets instinctively became nurturing and extra affectionate.
Are our pets worth the inconvenience and expense?
Absolutely. We don’t miss or think about their cost in time or money.
But, we’d sure miss them.
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