He appeared here last year. As always, when they come, they get fed. That’s the rule here: Everybody eats. He wasn’t our cat, but once they come and learn that The Food Lady makes sure there’s enough for them, they become mine. We’ve been waiting to get him into the vet for neutering. That’s coming.
For now though…
He gets to roll around being cute and cuddley. Trust me, it doesn’t take a long time of good food in their bellies before they become lap sittin’ farm cats ’round here. 😉
Back in the Fall we ran out of time, energy and money to get the greenhouse built. I’d say material wise, we’re about 90% there…now it’s just having the manpower come spring to get ‘er going. As much as I wanted it done before the snows came, we are only 3 people and there was A LOT of other things to get done. And, considering what a bag of dog excrement the person who runs our province is, it’s not like we could put out a call for helpers to get it done either. 🙄 No matter how one feels about the entire virus issue, any politician who encourages snitching on friends, family and neighbours is, IMO, of significantly less value than a bag of dog excrement.
At any rate, without having the entirety of the supplies, it made no sense to knock ourselves out to build and leave it part way done…but now! Ah, but now I’ve found a source of free reusable building materials! Hubby has been stopping at the place for couple weeks now, and the pile of materials is getting to be awesome. So once the ground thaws, the greenhouse project is a go…as well as a couple bachelor coops for roosters and another area for raised garden beds.
I have this plan…
LOL!! It always starts with a plan! So over the Yule break, in a random internet search for an old, long gone from my life acquaintance, I found her latest project. It’s an amazing, powerful, heart breaking, yet beautiful project. And I immediately signed the family up. It’s One More Candle (clickable linky)
From their website:
One More Candle offers you the opportunity to adopt the memory of a child whose life was cut short by hubris and deep seated human evil.
One More Candle is committed to remembering every one of the 1.5 million children murdered in the Shoah (Holocaust).
L’dor v’dor From generation to generation
Simply stated, One More Candle needs you to adopt the memory, a child to honor as though having been one of your own family.
As I said, I got the family on board (trust me it wasn’t hard) and we’ve all adopted a memory. Please consider doing so too.
So, how does this connect with my plan I mentioned above? Well, the past year has shown me how much I need to work on an herb/flower/medicinal garden to go with my food gardens. I’ve been collecting seeds, planning additions, and looking at raised bed ideas to create. And then, yesterday while The Kid and I were doing chores, we were talking about the medicinal garden and we struck on the idea of turning it into a memorial garden. We’ve lost a few important people in our lives in the past few years (including one on New Year’s Eve…but that’s an entire different blog post) and it would be nice to have something on Farm as a memorial. Really, what better than our herbal/medicinal garden?
And then The Kid says “And we can include our children too…because they’re family now, right?” Well damn… I wasn’t crying, it was the stupid turkeys cutting onions. 😉 But she’s right. So, the planning is on for memorial stones for our loved ones (including our children) to remember them. And if I can’t get stones made in time, I do have some lovely scraps of copper sheet and a alphabet punch set that I can make pretty little tags to hang in the apple trees as chimes until I get stones done…in fact, I think the chimes is a great idea to do as well. ❤
In other news…
I’m attempting to do the entire Capture52 project again this year. Last year I fell off the photgraphy wheel way too early, and never really did pick the camera back up to finish the prompts. Ah well. Try, try again, right? And so here I am, giving it another go. The first week was “New”. What better than our “new” dear boy, Hobbes? It seems I’m always going to have neighbour’s barn cats come find us here…it goes with the fact that our cats eat well. It is always The Rule. Everybody eats. So when Hobbesy showed up, we just started adding an extra scoop of cat food to the daily rations. *shrug* Ain’t his fault that he’s here. He’s a super handsome boy…and like aaaaaalllllll the other boys, as soon as we can get him in to the vet, he’ll be losing his boys. 😉
Once he’s neutered, there will be peace among the felines again. *sigh* That’s the biggest problem with these guys showing up all the time. No one else around here neuters their boys and I end up with them coming for food and fighting with my TroubleCat. And Trouble is the King. He takes no guff, but he’s getting older and eventually he’s gonna slow down. I’m tired of the young boys showing up thinking they can beat the crap out of the King and take over. Them young boys are too dumb and full of their balls to realize the girls ain’t interested since they’re all spayed. No kittens for my hunting girls! But at least Hobbes listens when I tell him to knock it off…and he’s slowly learning that Daphne just wants to play. lol
This is how it started…
5 (almost 6) yards of 3/4″ limestone gravel.
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.
Because it. never. ends.
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.
I swear, I can’t go take pictures in the pasture without a feline escort.
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.
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.
Appeared in the garage a while ago…
Maybe a month?
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?
Because he absolutely looks like the wonderful stuffed tiger from my favorite comic strip ever, Calvin and Hobbes.
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.
He has also learned that he’s not a good goose hunter.
Thankfully, he only needed that lesson once…
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.
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.
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.