Sep

11

Guess Where I Went!

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Hint1: It is the greatest horse show in the world.
Hint2: It is in Tennessee.
Hint3: On the final night, over 20,000 people gather to scream for their favorite contenders.



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Sep

10

Autumn Light

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Man oh man, is it September already? Really?!

My favorite part of this time of year is the light.

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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.

Jul

8

All Grown Up

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2 years old.
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4 years old.

He’s gotten so big and filled out a ton in the past few months. He came here in December, shorter than Piecey, and now he is taller and kind of resembles a tank.

It may look like his tail has not grown a bit in the past two years, but let me assure you, it has. It was just about down to the ground last summer and then a horse in a neighboring stall chewed it off to a few inches below the hocks (cue massive weeping and gnashing of teeth from yours truly). He has not put on as much tail growth as an older horse would have, since he’s been putting so much energy into growing his massive shoulders as well as breaking things in the barn.

Jul

6

The Life and Death of Gimpy the Fox…

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…That will be the name of my novel, which will have a convenient tag line of “Based on a true story!” or maybe “Ripped from the headlines!” to make it edgy. I will need to take some artistic liberties in order to flesh out the story, but I have been known to take A FEW of those in my other writing (not here, of course, this blog is 100% factual).

The other day I was headed out to get Santana spiffed up for some photos. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye by the barn. It was a little fox, hopping along on three legs.


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I followed him as he hopped to the back of the barn to get a drink. He saw me and skeedaddled into the barn, which made everything click. I’d been talking with Mom earlier that morning about the suspicious, uh, “scat” that was near the cat food the past few days. The poor little guy had found a source of food (cat kibble, luckily, and not the actual cats) and was sticking close to it.

He was obviously not in good condition, but I hoped he might rally and get better. I put out some chicken gizzards and hearts for the barn cats with the leftovers for Gimpy.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. Gimpy passed away yesterday morning in the barn. Poor little guy, but at least he had a nice straw bed to sleep in, fresh water and some semi-decent food to eat during his last days.

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