Weekend Project

This is how it started…
5 (almost 6) yards of 3/4″ limestone gravel.
And Daphne.
😉

Midway through…
We were hauling it by 3 gallon pail loads (because 5 gallon loads were too heavy) but it was clear we were gonna run out of energy *fast* if we didn’t get it closer to the end spot.
Thank heavens for the tractor!

It’s just about 8 inches deep at the foundation.
Hubby fixed the rotten boards on the deck, hauled out the gross flax straw bales that were against the house (they’ve been there since we moved in and they were vomit worthy, lemme tell you!), spray foam insulated aaaaaaalllllllll the nooks and crannies, and then we began hauling gravel.
So, 8 inches at the foundation, and it eases out to roughly 2 inches at the end, and then there’s these loads to spread yet.
This will be roughly 1-1 1/2 ” deep.
Just enough to discourage the feathered assholes from dust bathing and cats from pooping under there.

We are very tired from this.
This weekend brings the next task…
Basement lighting and cleaning.
*sigh*
Because it. never. ends.

Max

Last week, before the latest round of snow blanketed our world, once more, with a thick layer of white, Max and I were out taking pictures of the Merry Mares napping in the muddy morning sunshine.
As always, Max love to have a grand roll in the driveway gravel, and show me just how good it can be to be a happy cats with very few cars in the world…
Especially when he has his Food Lady nearby to rub his belly.
🙂

Wordless Wednesday

I went out to take a few pictures of the horses this morning…
Gotta keep up on Ruby’s Instagram, and I needed a shot for another photo challenge I joined for today.

So I’m out there taking pictures of the mares, when I look over and see this:

Really Buddy?

*sigh*
Leave it to Trouble to follow me out to the pasture, just to plop himself down in the hay pile to wash his ass.
Cats.

😂😂😂

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Sable and the Cats

I swear, I can’t go take pictures in the pasture without a feline escort.
Ever.
I won’t judge the cats…I think they think the Food Lady might be doing something fun.
So they have to come help.
Or, in Max’s case, he feels like he needs to keep me safe. 😉
My Max is sweetheart. ❤

The other day, I was out taking pictures of the mares after our windy, snowy night, and as usual…
Well, check the picture out for yourself…

Sable’s having a lovely nap in the warm sun and the cats (Xena sitting, Trouble walking) are keeping us all company.
That’s life on my oddball little Farm.
😂😂😂

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Oh, Hello!

How do you know it’s Spring at Midnight Calico Farm?

Because all the feral/stray/other farm cats show up here looking for a meal.

This fellow:

Appeared in the garage a while ago…
Maybe a month?
Maybe more.
They’re always really sketchy when they first arrive.
Then they learn that food arrives twice daily up at the house.
If you miss those meals, you have to hunt.

He’s been here long enough to know about meals.
He’s been here long enough to know about drinking from the horse trough.

So now the plan is to try and trap him and get him in for neutering.
As always, boys are welcome to stay so long as they’re not hormonal assholes who beat up the other cats.
So far, it seems he’s young enough that the raging hormones haven’t taken over.
Plus it helps that all my girls are fixed too.
🙂

Oh and his name?
Hobbes.
Because he absolutely looks like the wonderful stuffed tiger from my favorite comic strip ever, Calvin and Hobbes.

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Capture 52 Week 9 ~ Pets

As I wandered out to pasture to take pictures of Astrid napping, my faithful feline companion joined me on my trek.

Here MaxCat takes a moment to look around and decide if it’s safe for his Food Lady (me) to proceed.

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I know I missed last week’s Capture52 prompt Bucket List.
I’m still working on that one and will post it asap.
🙂

Feline Friday ~ The Outdoor Boys

Last Feline Friday I shared about our outdoor girls.
This week, the outdoor boys.

There was a time we had over 20 outdoor cats.
There were so many kittens.
Too many kittens.
And then I spent a whole lot of money and a whole lot of time and got the entire Marauding Hoarde fixed.

Now we’re down to 5 outdoors.
The 3 girls, and these 2 boys…

❤ Max ❤

Max has been here the longest of all our outdoor felines, coming up on his 7th year with us, come this Fall.
He came to us through the local humane society’s barn buddy program.
He was, apparently, not a good fit as an indoor cat.
But as an outdoor, who rules the garage and the deck, he fits perfectly.

Oh the joy of a roll in fresh dirt at sunrise!!

He loves to sit on the deck with us for bbq’s and sometimes even cuddles.
He drools like crazy when he purrs…which is why we tend to pet him on the ground, instead of picking him up a lot.
lol
He has also learned that he’s not a good goose hunter.
Thankfully, he only needed that lesson once…

Unlike Trouble.
*sigh*
Oh, our TroubleCat…

Born and raised a Midnight Calico Farm cat, this guy tried to take on an eagle as a kitten.
🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
Thankfully, that eagle just gave him a look of righteous haughty derision.

And then there were the goose hunting tries.
Jeebus.
Do you know how big of a hole a Canada goose can put in a cat???
Trust me, it’s a big one.
And it’s a wound we treated on Trouble a half dozen times.
He’s tenacious for sure.

Just when we thought we’d lost him to a coyote, he reappeared during one of the worst ice storms our province has seen.
Hubby had gone to the garage to feed the cats and when he shook the pail of food, he heard meowing from the roof.
Looking up into the ceiling, he found our boy, scraggly and a bit thin but happy to see a human.

And Trouble has been Home since.
He really is the King of the Midnight Calico Farm Cats.

Long live the King.

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Feline Friday ~ Valentine’s Day Edition

It’s the feline gals of Midnight Calico Farm.
The outdoor ones, at least.
😉

First up, Coal…

Coal likes to sit on the fence poles…

Coal was born here.
We’re not sure if her Mama was Blue, Storm (both have passed on) or Xena.
There was some discussion between the 3 of them, who all had a litter of kittens within days of each other, who exactly was going to raise her.
Since they couldn’t get it together, and Coal was not getting enough to eat (because the adults were too busy carting her around from place to place hiding her from each other) we stepped in and she came inside to be hand raised.
She did go off to a home with friends of Hubby’s, but sadly it didn’t work out.
Our rule for any animals that come from us is if it doesn’t work out, we’ll take them back, no matter what, no questions asked.
She decided indoor/outdoor was what she wanted and so she became one of our hunter cats.

Xena, enjoying a grand back scrubbing in the dirt.

Xena is our Queen!
This gal is one of the toughest cats I’ve ever met.
She can take down a seagull all on her own.
And yet, gentle too.
We have to watch her with chicks, because she loves babies so much, she steals them to raise as her own.

Then, there’s Gabrielle…

Hunting butt wiggle…

Clearly her and Coal are related.
Gabrielle is Xena’s younger sister, and is fairly feral.
We didn’t have much chance to tame her while she was little, so we’ve been working on it for the past couple of years.

All the girls are now spayed, so no more kittens here!
Instead of following the biological imperative to procreate, they hunt, and enjoy lying around in the sunshine.
🙂

Next week, the boys!

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Throwback Thursday

It’s cold.
It’s windy.
Which makes it more cold.
I’m a cranky ball of cold today.
So I was thumbing threw some old photos and found these from 2015…

My Cookie…look by her bum…

Yup, that’s my Felix under her tail.

Oh how he *loved* playing in her tail!

My 2 black and white ones.
They were so damn special.
He played in her tail like that for a good 1/2 hour…
She didn’t even consider getting up.
She just kept napping.
He wasn’t even gentle…he has full claws out on her rump!

All done playing…thanks Lady for the good times!

And away he went to climb the tree…

I lost him to a stinking coyote, her to a ruptured aorta, but I guarantee they found each other again in the Summerlands.
And one day, we’ll all be together again and I’ll get to laugh at their antics once more.
🖤🖤🖤

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Even though they’re both gone, I am so thankful to have been blessed with these two amazing creatures in my life.