Mwaahhh! I give you big kiss.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Snow? Now? Really?
So remember when I posted this? Makes me think I should have just kept my dang mouth shut. Ugh. Look what I woke up to this morning. (only three days later).
Holy "Give me a freakin' break" Batman.
Holy "Give me a freakin' break" Batman.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Spring?
I'm really beginning to wonder if Spring is really here. It's in the 30s outside right now. Grrrrrr and Brrrrrrr. But...never fear...these little guys have convinced me that Spring IS on its way. It's just running a little late. (tapping foot)
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The End of an Era
When Mark and I bought our farm in 2005, it came equipped with 13 barn cats. Yup...13. Over the past 8 years through natural attrition (mostly old age) we lost most of them. We had one remaining (of the original 13). Crookie.
I should note that when Crookie first learned that we had purchased the farm, he was not impressed. He was more like "whatever...where's my food?" He NEVER let us touch him. Never. Over the past several years we have slowly earned Crookie's trust. Enough trust that he allowed us to pet him. By allowing this, we learned that Crookie was deaf. This discovery enlightened us as to why he was so leery of us. Self preservation is a very strong thing.
We consider Crookie our greatest accomplishment. He learned that trusting humans is okay. He learned that scratches are awesome and that being 'sort of' domestic is not really a bad thing. For that we are grateful. This past weekend we laid Crookie to rest. He was losing weight and it was evident that cancer was slowly taking him from us. We allowed him to pass with dignity.
We will miss his little face and his demanding meow, but are happy to know he is in a better place. To the end of an era...we raise our glasses of milk and toast Crookie. RIP little man. You WILL be missed.
I should note that when Crookie first learned that we had purchased the farm, he was not impressed. He was more like "whatever...where's my food?" He NEVER let us touch him. Never. Over the past several years we have slowly earned Crookie's trust. Enough trust that he allowed us to pet him. By allowing this, we learned that Crookie was deaf. This discovery enlightened us as to why he was so leery of us. Self preservation is a very strong thing.
We consider Crookie our greatest accomplishment. He learned that trusting humans is okay. He learned that scratches are awesome and that being 'sort of' domestic is not really a bad thing. For that we are grateful. This past weekend we laid Crookie to rest. He was losing weight and it was evident that cancer was slowly taking him from us. We allowed him to pass with dignity.
We will miss his little face and his demanding meow, but are happy to know he is in a better place. To the end of an era...we raise our glasses of milk and toast Crookie. RIP little man. You WILL be missed.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
First Ride of the Season!!
I was so happy, I could have just screamed. Looking forward to many, many more. Yay!!!
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Mark Rocks...
Not only is Mark a talented dry stack stone mason, but he is also a talented illustrator. Just one example of his work. This rendering will be placed on his site...www.rockinwalls.com
Check it out!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
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