Summer arrives
The kittens are becoming integrated into the family and are doing quite well. The only cat who seems to believe the kittens might be a unique form of rodent is my huntress Squirrel. I have to keep a sharp eye on her when the kittens are in the enclosure, because if they run under the hay, Squirrel thinks “Ureka! A mouse!” and goes after the kitten with gusto.
Yesterday in the tack room, I surprised four fat rats that were pilfering the grain. Lei yelped and went after them, but thankfully she does not have a high prey drive, and she didn’t get to them fast enough. They scooted back behind the exotic woods to hide. I secured the grain pan lids and wished for Noddy to still be around. She was a great mouser and my tack room was the place she loved to hang out. She would climb up into the loft overhead and jump on the table when I walked into the room.
The horses were in fine style this morning when I went to release them. Yesterday Mr. Farmer and myself spent the entire day brush hogging all the blackberry bushes back by the creek. Now, you can actually see the creek and there is a mini-beaver dam in one place. We are contemplating tearing it down, because the water that is backed up should be moving to stop mosquitos from breeding. But the dam is such a marvel of beaver engineering, I would hate to destroy it.
Mr. Farmer was worn out yesterday after brush hogging. He fell asleep on the couch before dinner time and I had not the heart to wake him up. He slept most of the night on the couch until Lei decided to jump in the middle of his lap and give him goodnight kisses.
I told Mr. Farmer that we should change the name of Lei to DQ short for Drama Queen. I have never met a German shepherd puppy that carried on so, all the time. It is either DQ or Ms. Howl! You would think we were killing her sometimes in the truck, when she has to ride….GASP! confined in her travel kennel! 18 miles of howling the other day, that is a new world’s record for her. We had the windows down in the truck both back and front and people would just stare at us as this “OOOOOOOOOWWW OOOOOOWWW OWWWWW Let me OUT” erupted from the truck. I would just smile and wave at the people in the cars and say “How’s it going? Do you have a pair of earplugs I might borrow?” Then they would laugh, but I could see it in their faces- “Should we call the animal abuse control people?”