Aug

22

Wildlife Gone… Uh, Wild.

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We are currently houndless at our farm. It turns out that when you lose the very loud beasts with intense hunting instincts, the wildlife comes out in droves.

So far this year, I have seen/heard at our farm:

  • 2 Great Horned Owls
  • 1 adult coyote in the field next to our house
  • 1 adolescent coyote in the neighbor’s garden
  • 2 freakishly vocal Red-Tailed Hawks
  • 1 gimpy, sickly fox that died in our barn
  • 1 non-gimpy but still sickly fox that also died in our barn (an unfortunate trend)
  • 1 terrifyingly loud Blue Heron (Have you ever heard one? Look up some audio files and imagine hearing it from out in the dark!)
  • 1 young White-Tailed Deer (kind of big, but still had its spots)

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the wildlife. Especially the little bunny who panics and runs up the driveway in front of the car instead of just dodging out of the way.

I’m just saying, I would just appreciate if some of them were a little quieter and some others of them were more non-terminally ill.

Aug

7

Awkward Adolescents

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Let me present to you: The Barn Cats.


From top to bottom: Felix, Bartleby, Pussywillow
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This is like some weird, abstract art. I call it “Felix, Pussywillow and Bartleby On a Tree.” A creative title for a creative piece!


Bartleby is my favorite, and I’ll never apologize for that (unless it is to the other two kittens, which I do in fact do often).


They’re such copycats. Get it? Hahahaha hooooo hehe.

Lil and I were driving along innocently one day when we saw a sign for free kittens. We turned around and went up to the house, where they presented us with deliciously round and furry little chunks of adorableness. We nestled them against our faces and popped them into our mouths like little snacks because they were just that cute.

They’re not quite so small and cute now, but hey, it happens to the best of us.

Aug

5

I Like Cole Slaw

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I know, I’ve been gone for so long — I feel like I invited a guest into my home to discuss something important and then left them to die of boredom in the living room while I was off doing yoga or something. And then I came back while they were weak and dehydrated and started talking about how I saw a Gold Finch on the Gold Finch feeder, even after my sister Lil said they wouldn’t come to my house.

That whole paragraph was a metaphor, in case you didn’t realize. My home in the story stands for my blog, and the important matter the guest (you) came to discuss is obviously my very important, high-profile, glitzy and exciting life. And the Gold Finch story was just kind of thrown in there because it’s true, even if nobody really cares about it.

Much has happened in the past month or so that I’ve not been writing. I’ve thought about writing in here many times and even wrote it in my planner, but just never got around to it.

And so, even though I have all sorts of things to tell you, my triumphant return to blogging is going to center around one inane detail of my life: I like cole slaw. I’ve never liked cole slaw. People always told me that my tastes would change, but I never really believed them, especially when it comes to foods for which I’ve never really cared (many veggies, all nuts but peanuts, fruit in places it should not be IE chicken salad, etc). But lo and behold, I now like cole slaw. It blows my mind! Much like that time Lil told me that Gold Finches wouldn’t come to the feeder at my house and yet they did.