Friday’s Hunt May 14th

Happy Mother’s Day.

If your kids have 2 feet or 4 feet…
If your kids are no longer with you, for any reason…
If motherhood in your world is complicated…
If you’re the picture perfect Mama…

Happy Mother’s Day.

I see you. ❀
I feel you. ❀
I love you. ❀
Thank you for all you do.
You got this. ❀

Happy Mother’s Day.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with S, Week’s Favorite, and Family.

Starts with S

Hmmm, I don’t know what we could use for S…
Might be too hard of a prompt for me. πŸ˜‰
LOL!
Of course, starts with s would have to be our dear sweet Sable.

Someone once asked me if I was going to dedicate myself to the service of Epona since I have horses… I said, “Since I have horses, I am already in Her service.”

Our amazing golden Girl, who someone dropped at auction with no explanation why, but we were Blessed to meet and fall in love with.
She is meant to be here.

Week’s Favorite

Another one who is meant to be here…
He came here from who knows where, feral and frightened of all humans.
It took The Kid and I near onto 2 years to convince him that humans can be trusted. He’s become my FarmYard pal, following me all over, talking up a storm. We just recently got him neutered, so he’ll stop heeding the call to find a willing female to spread his rugged handsomeness around the community. πŸ˜‰

Ghost

Dang, the boy knows how to pose for a picture.
He’s so good-looking!

Family

Here we have Miss Xena…

 

This little missy is one of 3 of Ghost’s kittens who are still here.
Of our 5 remaining barn cats, 4 are family, and 2 in the house are related as well (Nancy and Daisy Mae).
Xena is a fantastic huntress.
This kitty took down a seagull on her own!
Of course, all the Ghost babies seem to have skill hunting…
Xena with gulls, Gabrielle is an expert with rodents, and Trouble?
Yeah, Trouble has taken down smaller geese.

That’s pretty darn amazing!

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Quiet?

I went out today to take some pictures to try to illustrate what “quiet” looks like here…it’s wonderful those odd times it happens.
Oh, it’s quieter here than any city.
No sirens, no screaming or yelling, no hoards of people…
And yet, quiet can be hard to come by.

So, instead of “quiet”, let me show you some of the things in my farm yard that just plain make me smile…

First, Astrid and Ruby exchanging breath…

Awww...they are so adorable.

Awww…they are so adorable. ❀

Daphne had the zoomies...

Daphne had the zoomies…

I nearly died laughing at these 2. It’s taken Ghost a long time to realize that when Daphne rushes and barks at him, she’s not trying to kill him. She really just wants to play.
Finally, Ghost figured this out, and now Daphne zooms around him at top speed, barking, and he leaps and tries to grab her…

ghost-and-daphne2While taking these, I was laughing so hard, I ended up sitting on the driveway to take the pictures. That, of course, led other cats to think I was there for them to sit on.
No such thing as anti-social cats ’round here! πŸ˜‰

And then, because people keep asking me “Wolfie, how come you have so many outdoor cats?”…

Isn't Bella looking super fab??

Isn’t Bella looking super fab??

Obviously the pasture has a rare Cat Tree growing in it, and we’ve reaped the bounty from said tree.

Friday’s Hunt Oct. 28/16

Today things feel heavy and hard to carry here.
It has been a hard month, with winter coming, big bills to pay, the days are getting shorter, I’m missing the sunshine, and I’m just plainΒ  tired. Weary right down to the bone.
The 20th marked 4 years since my Mom died. I’m still carrying that around with me. I keep trying to put it down…it weighs me down, tries to pull me under far too often…some days, I’m successful, and I can leave that whole ball of stuff somewhere that I can’t see it for a while. Other days…well, like today, it’s heavy, hard to carry, but it’s stuck to me.

I’m tryin’

And then, there’s days like yesterday, where this picture popped up in my memories on Facebook…

Felix Loves CookieY’see, he and Cookie had this crazy love affair going on. He’d play in her tail, chase her, rub on her legs…and she let him. No other cat could do it. She shared her beet pulp with him, snuffled his fur, let him sit on her back…
I was sure that one day she was going to be the cause of his death.
I was sure he’d die under her hooves.
And she’d be heartbroken, because they had their thing together.

I was wrong.
This summer we lost him to a coyote.
And I miss him.
My heart hurts and I’m filled with regret (starts with R) because he wasn’t the first cat to go missing…but we didn’t put 2 and 2 together fast enough.
I should have figured it out sooner, and done more to keep him (and the others) safe.
But they’re barn cats. They can’t all come indoors. They have safe places in the farm yard…the garage, the cat house, the deck…it wasn’t enough to protect them from a brazen coyote who was spotted right in the farm yard. 😦

At least my week’s favourite is a delightful picture…

Sable

Sable

Ah, my sweet loveable Big Girl. My “Oh Mom, lean on me…I have a strong neck to help hold you up and I don’t mind if my mane gets a little wet with tears” Girl.
Worth her weight in gold, I tell ya!
I’ve leaned on her a lot this month…

Finally for Black…

Felix in the Pasture wmMy little man…

My handsome Felix. <3

My handsome Felix. ❀

This is actually from the first day I noticed she wasn't quite herself...

And his best Girl…

Later Cookie. Enjoy your nap. <3

He looks so smug. "My Girlfriend's tail. MINE!"

He looks so smug.
“My Girlfriend’s tail. MINE!”

Sharing with Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.
(I’ll update the linky when it opens)

Gosh It’s Hot

I am not complaining though. Winter will be here soon enough, so I’ll take sunshine and warmth while I can!
How hot is it, you ask?
Hot enough to melt my black barn cat…

What ya doing Felix?

What ya doing Felix?

He’s just hanging around in the pallet that forms the gate to the Henny Yard.

Are ya hot, Felix?

Are ya hot, Felix?

Just a little bit wilty…maybe soaking in some cold water would perk him up. Like lettuce.

"Don't even, Food Lady!"

“Don’t even, Food Lady!”

LOL! Poor boy, finding shade where ever he can, that’s still close to me. πŸ˜‰

The Henny Witch

The Henny Witch

That’s ^^^^ my Henny Yard Guardian. Hubby brought her home for me one day. I think she’s adorable.

You can see, if you zoom in, there's a spider and web between the Henny Witch's hat and broom.

You can see, if you zoom in, there’s a spider and web between the Henny Witch’s hat and broom.

Oh, and remember I showed you my over grown with weeds garden?

That's my garden...

That’s my garden…

Well, after some time in there with the scythe, a rake and a pitchfork, it now looks like this…

Whoa!! There's actually a garden there!

Whoa!! There’s actually a garden there!

The piggies had mounds and mounds and mounds and mounds of weeds to eat. Still have some left. They burrow down under them in the heat, and then eat their way out. πŸ˜‰ They’ve packed on a few pounds this week, with all those tasty weeds they’ve been eating.
Mmmmmm, home-grown bacon!

Nigella Piggie after a very much enjoyed forehead scratch.

Nigella Piggie after a very much enjoyed forehead scratch.

Nigella has decided that forehead scratches from the Food Lady are quite enjoyable. She often heaves a big sigh and then sits down to enjoy it. I keep telling her, “Enjoy those scratches, Nigella Piggie. Happy piggies taste so much better!” πŸ™‚

Finally, one last picture for today…

GreyCat stands on the Sasquatch...

GreyCat stands on the Sasquatch…

I don’t know why. She just likes to stand on him. πŸ™‚
She, and all our other girls, have recovered beautifully from their surgeries, and now that baby hormones aren’t in control, are starting to put on some weight. Every one is looking sleek and wonderful…and they’re still hunting like the ravenous velociraptors that they are!

A Slice of My Life

Yesterday was a break in the constant rain. Yeah, I know, shouldn’t complain about rain when others aren’t getting. Really though, we’re soggy. Parts of my pasture are still under water. Oh, we have darn good growth out there. Some of it too much-which sounds crazy, with 4 giant grass eaters, but they, like most horses, are picky. Once the grass gets too long, it’s not as palatable to them, so they don’t eat it. That’s when we mow it…but if it’s to wet to get out there with the mower…well, you can see where that might be a problem.

Anyways, with yesterday’s break we worked on weeding some of the garden spaces. Sadly, nothing has been planted, because weeds got away on us in the non stop rain. I mean, seriously got away on us…

That's my garden...

That’s my garden…

It’s overgrown with grass, thistles, stinging nettle, wild canola and clover.
*sigh*
Same with my 9 smaller raised beds. Yesterday, though, we cleaned out 6 of the 9 and I planted some of the starts I had in the basement…I have no expectations from them. After forgetting my first rounds of tomatoes and peppers (they died without water) being busy with Sable’s hoof issues over spring, I replanted things. Well, surprise! I forgot about them again. *facepalm*
And so, if you know me at all, you have an idea of how hard on me this has been, no garden.
The past 3 summers have been like this, while I’m adjusting to planting out here, compared to the city. I’ll get it yet, but it’s been a hard learning curve…one that’s left me a little bruised and battered feeling.

My half dead cukes...they did perk up with watering, so I'm cautiously hopeful.

My half dead cukes…they did perk up with watering, so I’m cautiously hopeful.

Sad peppers...:( Including 3 Thai Chili Peppers.  Fingers crossed?

Sad peppers… 😦
Including 3 Thai Chili Peppers.
Fingers crossed?

Chocolate mint...in a bag wrapped tomato cage, to protect it from the hoard of cats...at least until it gets firmly established.

Chocolate mint…in a bag wrapped tomato cage, to protect it from the hoard of cats…at least until it gets firmly established.

The other boxes I put in some bush bean seeds. Bush beans are fast growers, and hopefully, we can get some from them. And, well, as I clear more of the big bed, I’m putting more bean seeds in there. Beans is definitely something we love to eat here. πŸ™‚

And, underneath all the frustrations from not having the garden planted, there is the knowledge that all those weeds, as I pull them out, are still contributing to the winter food supply. How’s that, you ask?
Well, all the weeds get tossed to the piggies.

Anthony Piggie sleeping in a pile of weeds.

Anthony Piggie sleeping in a pile of weeds.

The girlies LOVE weeds. Thistles are their faves-both purple and sow-with the canola and stinging nettle easy seconds. And grass? Oh yeah! So, even with not being able to produce plants for us, the garden weeds are still not just being burned or wasted.

A little Piggie side eye...hoping for more nummies. ;)

A little Piggie side eye…hoping for more nummies. πŸ˜‰

Besides, it’s not like we’re not producing any food for us…
There’s the piggies, who will go to Freezer Camp in October, there’s the hennys, giving us eggs…and how pretty is this sight?

Three hennys sit in the same spot just about every day to give us three eggs.

Three hennys sit in the same spot just about every day to give us three eggs.

And, we just added these guys (and gals):

Peepers!!

Peepers!!

We got 15 Cornish cross day old chicks last Thursday. Oh my gosh, they’re just so cute! lol
And in 8-12 weeks time, they’ll be going to Freezer Camp as well.

That's a peeper with some attitude!

That’s a peeper with some attitude!

One thing the rain *has* been great for is the fruit trees.

Pear

Pear

That pear tree was only about 12″ tall when I uncovered it…the pears have been very slow growing. :/ But now, with the rain, and a ring of rotted horse manure around the base, it’s more than doubled in height and thickened up beautifully!

All the fruit trees have been the same…except one apple that didn’t make it through the winter. But it didn’t stand a chance against Daphne, the stick chewing dog, who doesn’t know the difference between a stick in the snow and a tree. D’Oh!

Apple tree...up 8", and several new branches.

Apple tree…up 8″, and several new branches.

So, really, things may not be going to plan 100%, but, we’re adapting and over coming. We’re getting things done, and we’re learning.
Next year, we’ll try again to make the garden work. I know we can do it, we’ll just have to persevere.

One final photo…

Gabrielle

Gabrielle

Our wilding kitty Gabrielle…Anna and Banana’s mama.
And now, a spayed kitty, who can focus on her real job here…hunting.
❀

A Little Bit of Catching Up…

In the time since we last saw each other much has happened here on the Farm.

We got chickens…yup, 20 ex-battery hens. One of the local farming FB groups had an ad for these girls, cheap, at a year old. So, since I’ve been wanting chickens for eggs, I figured we could take a chance on some older girls who needed a soft landing.
June 4th, my Henny Pennys came home.
They’ll stay with us for a year or so. Next spring I’ll get replacement chicks and then these ladies will go to the soup pot.
While that may seem cruel, to soup pot them, their life between now and then is radically different from what they knew in the barns. There is a much higher quality of life for them here…a yard, grass, bugs to eat, space to roam…they’ll have it made here, until soup time. Because, not all animals that come to live here are pets.
It is a part of Farm life.
Here’s some pictures of them…

Ihop, the day she came home.

Ihop, the day she came home.

We named her Ihop because she had a bit of a limp when she came home. Whether that came from being squished under her crate mates in travel, or it happened before we got her, I don’t know. But, she was happy to come out of the crate, and just soak up her surroundings.

Ihop June 23rd, 2016

Ihop
June 23rd, 2016

This was Ihop yesterday. It’s become harder to take her picture, because she follows me around the chicken yard…and because her limp is almost gone, so it’s harder to distinguish her from the others. Hubby says I should band her leg, so we can keep track of her. She’s the only one I might consider keeping as a pet, come next spring. πŸ˜‰

The hennys are fascinated with my crocs too. They’ll follow me around to peck at them, and if I stand still for a minute or two, I’ll have 5 or 6 hens checking out my shoes.

Chicken Croc
Chicken Croc2
Fascinating things to chickens, apparently. I told Hubby it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of birds, or them chasing me to peck my shoes might freak me out. lol!

Hubby is pretty interesting to the hennys too!

Hubby is pretty interesting to the hennys too!

Random henny enjoying the grass and weeds.

Random henny enjoying the grass and weeds.

Looking much better after 3 weeks. :)

Looking much better after 3 weeks. πŸ™‚

Piggies have been growing well too…Farm friends came out to see them, and I learned that I have 3 females. Who knew?? Not me! I was going by what I was told when I picked them up, that I had 2 boys and 2 girls. I never did have a chance to see what sex the one was that we lost to heat exhaustion…it was swarmed by the Marauding Hoarde and disappeared in pretty short order.
Now, the girls like to dig and root and lie around in the mid day sun having a siesta…

Sleepy piggies...

Sleepy piggies…

When they’re sleeping like that, and I want pictures, I have to sneak up on them, and shoot fast. They all know who the Food Lady is and don’t stay sleeping long when they hear me coming. Might be some sorta yummy I’m bringing them, y’know. πŸ˜‰

The past 3 weeks have also seen us doing a whole lot of porch sitting. After the work is done, of course.
With porch sitting, come the felines. They are all for me sitting and having coffee outside with them. They also like to knock my cup down so they can have some. *sigh*
But, this also brings photo ops.

Ghost

Ghost~Oh those eyes!!

This is clowder sire Ghost…or Ghostie Toastie as I like to call him.
He’s been relaxing more and more on the deck…it’s where the food is, so he wants to be near by. But, he also sits and listens to me talk to him. I’ve managed to touch him a few times, but that scares the cat pants off him. Poor guy. I’m sure he’s baffled by the friendliness the others show the humans.
We’ve been working on getting everyone fixed, and I’d love to get my hands on him and get him done. I know once all the girls are spayed, he’s likely to move on though. We’ll see if I can get him into the trap…he’s such a sweet boy with all the kittens, I’d hate to lose him…not to mention, he’s one hell of a hunter. He’s taken on geese and won. That’s no small feat! So yeah, rodents for him are easy peasy hunting. πŸ˜‰ A hunter like that is a valuable Farm asset…one I’m hoping to keep.

Felix

Felix~he got Daddy’s eye colour!

Of course in a round of feline photography, there is a picture of Felix. He’s so photogenic, I have to take his picture. My handsome boy. ❀

Trouble

Trouble

Oh how this boy has lived up to his name this Spring!
He’s been trying to learn from Daddy Ghost how to hunt geese…let me tell you, when a cat doesn’t have the experience to do it, they come home with holes in their bodies.
*sigh*
That means wound care, a trip to the vet (unless he’s in the area, then he stops in) and days of raw honey treatments.
4 holes in this guy so far this spring…hopefully he’s learned by now!
Everything has healed up just fine though, and he’s darn near 100%.

GreyCat

GreyCat

Look at that smile! She was lying there watching Daphne play with her ball. GreyCat loves Daphne…not in the same hissing and smacking way Max loves her, but in the “roll on her, rub on her, lick her face” kinda way.

MaxCat <3

MaxCat ❀ My big sweet grumble puss.

And Daphne?

Wet Puppy

Wet Puppy

Daphne likes to play in the water…so much so that she’s still swimming in the troughs, chasing the hose, and flopping down in every stink puddle she can find.
I know there’s German shepherd in there, but there’s also some insane water dog breed inside that body too. Give that dog a ChuckIt! ball and a pool and you have the happiest dog on the planet.

Finally, a couple of shots of the Girls…

Astrid, looking so beautiful in the morning sun.

Astrid, looking so beautiful in the morning sun.

Sable decided to wash Astrid...

Sable decided to wash Astrid…

Cookie chewing the mud out of her feathers.

Cookie chewing the mud out of her feathers.

Oh, and one last shot before I wrap this up…
This guy…

HeronCame waltzing down my driveway, looking like he owned the place.
I snapped this shot, not knowing what kind of bird it was. Hubby tells me it’s a heron.
Alright then.
πŸ™‚

Day of Rest

I’m told Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest. I’m not sure how that works when living on a farm, having livestock and working from home. Day of rest? That normally happens when I get sick. Thankfully, I haven’t had any “day of rest” sicknesses in a while. (knock on wood) With spring finally happening, there is far too much to do for resting!

Last night, Hubby and I bottled our black cherry wine, plus got our hard pink lemonade stabilized and clearing (bottle in 2 weeks….yummy!!).
That was after a day at the stable, feeding the Girls, making supper (hooray for crock pots doing 85% of the work), and cleaning the kitchen.

I was also going to do tomato and pepper seeds….oh, did I mention how I had started the seeds back on Spring Break? And how I forgot to water them, being busy and them being in the basement bathroom, and everything died? And how I have to re-start everything?!?
No?
Okay, well, I just did.
*sigh*

No rest for today either, because we’re working on the pig yard. Yup, we’re getting piglets. Just moments ago, I confirmed our request for 4 piggies. πŸ™‚ Pick up is supposed to be next Saturday, so we have some work to do! Mmmmmmm, a summer of raising piggies, and in the fall, they’ll go to Freezer Camp.
Oh, my smoker is going to be busy! πŸ˜€
I’m looking forward to it.

And now, onto some pictures…
Friday’s Hunt this week had the prompts, Starts with Q, Week’s Favorite, and At Rest.

Q is a tough letter…until I realized I had 3, probably 4 “q” in my pasture…
Quarter horses!
Most obvious is Astrid…she’s a grade quarter horse (meaning not registered with the American Quarter Horse Association) from Saskatchewan. How she ended up at auction in Manitoba and ultimately picked up by Rescue I don’t know.
Actually, I don’t care.
It put her on the road to us, so the how’s and why’s don’t much matter.
We’re happy to have Little Red here. πŸ™‚

"Oh, hello. Got any treats for me?"

“Oh, hello. Got any treats for me?”

Playing in the mud...

Playing in the mud…

Little Girl makes a low, quick turn and pours on the gas to chase Cookie...

Little Girl makes a low, quick turn and pours on the gas to chase Cookie…

She sure does love muddin'!

She sure does love muddin’!

She’s also a great big sweetie at times too…

Kisses and snuggles with a friend. :)

Kisses and snuggles with a friend. πŸ™‚

This week’s favorite are a few. No surprise there!

This one…

Later Cookie.  Enjoy your nap.  <3

Later Cookie.
Enjoy your nap.
❀

And this one…

"I'm so tired, Mom..."

“I’m so tired, Mom…”

Yeah, can’t help but love those. πŸ™‚
And then there were these two…

Oh Ruby!!  Should I just call you Mud-a-Roo?

Oh Ruby!!
Should I just call you Mud-a-Roo?

Cookie wasn't quite as bad as Ruby...but then, this is after I took the huge clumps of mud off her eyelashes.  Dork. <3

Cookie wasn’t quite as bad as Ruby…but then, this is after I took the huge clumps of mud off her eyelashes.
Dork. ❀

And then there’s this one…

Biiiiig yawns!

Biiiiig yawns!

Not from last week, but still a favorite. I figured since I shared pictures of everyone else, I couldn’t leave Sable out. And, since the pictures of the others weren’t terribly flattering, it’s only fair to give you a yawning horse face for Sable’s picture. πŸ˜‰

Thursday, I looked out the front window to see this…

Erik the Viking at rest.

Erik the Viking at rest.

I’ll be honest, when I tapped the window and he didn’t so much as flick an ear, I got a little bit worried. I thought maybe he’d died. I grabbed the camera and Daphne, and out we headed to check on him.
Turns out, he was just having a good nap…

Still at rest, but kinda grumpy we woke him.

Still at rest, but kinda grumpy we woke him.

That face! Hahaha!! Just a little pissed at me for waking him up. I told him he was lucky I cared enough to make sure he was still alive. He didn’t care. πŸ˜›

Then there’s this guy…

Something about napping beside my garden boxes appeals to the cats.

Something about napping beside my garden boxes appeals to the cats.

We’ve named him Toby.

Sharing with Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.