For The Birds

We hit 67 degrees last Friday and it was in the single digits by Sunday. Now we are looking forward to a brown, muddy Christmas. We did have some snow a few days ago and look who I found under the feeder.



I can't say for sure, but one dove all alone feeding with the little birds sure sounds familiar, doesn't it :-). I had thought about tagging Woodstock when he was a baby, but decided not to. Now I wish I had. Hindsight...



Here's a shot of one of the goofy "neighbor kids" - a brief moment when he wasn't fighting with his reflection in the window.

One good thing about severe cold (other than freezing all the mud) is the necessitated building of some new friendships.



Comby and Eli

A New Angel Among Us*

Boo is gone. We knew it was coming last night and were with him. And it was odd. Like it always is. We left him on his porch bed so everyone could see him and Saint Tim buried him in the orchard this morning.

Comby was nowhere around last night when I turned the porch light off. He's never missed a night in his condo. This morning he followed us out to the grave site, walked around it and then stood for awhile looking at Boo and then after he finally walked away, Tim covered Boo up.

I normally wouldn't tell all the sad details, but more than a few of us have been intrigued by the Boo and Comby friendship. And while the "scientists" may say animals don't understand or have feelings, we all know different. Comby knew. Iris knew. Weaslie chewed on a stick.







You were a good dog Boo. Saint Tim said that you were one of the few dogs to actually "go to a nice farm in the country". We know you enjoyed your time with us.

*2007 Christmas Card Angels Among Us

Some Of My Favorite Things

I'm sitting up tonight with Boo, who's not had a great day. Getting old ain't for sissies. I need to work on some Christmas gifts anyway, so it all works out.

Still, it's been kind of a sad day so I decided to take and share some pictures of a few of my favorite sheep ornaments (this is not the time to do a new sheep count! ;-). I really enjoy putting up my Christmas tree each year. Each ornament, even the few non-sheep ones, is an old friend.



This silly sheep always makes me smile.



Is that Brushy and the neighbor kid sitting on that sheep's back?



Brushy again, and this time with Claire Bear behind him doing a little sledding. The tiny gray swatch was from when my sister-in-law Jan Baby was teaching me to knit a few years ago.



Brushy and the neighbor kid again? I love the expression on the cat's face (click to biggify).



A friend brought the large round painted ornament back from a trip to Germany and the small painted gourd was done by a well known Harrison County artist, Sally Cammack.



I love this wooden sheep and peaking out behind is a crocheted (I think) snowflake made by the talented Jan Baby.



Well, I'd better get back to work or there won't be any brown paper packages tied up with string under my tree.

Sixth Photo

I've been tagged by Alta-Pete Stockdogs for the 6th photo meme. I am to post the 6th photo in the 6th folder of my photo files and tell the story of that photo. I was worried that it was going to be something not worth sharing, but look - it's little Sunshine!



And, there is even an actual story behind the picture of her behind. She can't be too old here and my, look at all the green grass, clover and sunshine. We're sure missing that right now, here in mudville.

If you notice, Sunshine has Desitin or Boudreaux's Butt Paste all over her tiny little bottom. For those who don't already know, she was the result of an accidental breeding and has to deal with several physical issues. Her spine is crooked, she has a probable heart defect and she has no control over her bladder.

We were hoping she'd outgrow the last problem, but alas, it's not looking like that's going to happen. And, to be honest, in "the real world" she'd have not grown up at all. However, a spunkier lamb you'll never find. And neither will you find one that's more of a character. Little did I know as I was tube feeding her those first hours how important she'd become on our small farm.

I'm not going to actually tag anyone, but here are just a few blogspots where I can promise you'll find some wonderful pictures:

Mudranch's Real Dirt
Sheep Dreams
Life on a Colorado Farm
Boulderneigh
A Shepherd's Voice

And, of course, Alta-Pete Stockdogs.

Chicken Snow

This won't make a lick of sense unless you've seen the Sony commercial with Peyton Manning, Dale Jr., James Brown, the camera guy (his name is Ben? - how does Saint Tim know all these details?!?) and the San Diego Chicken.


I've seen this a hundred times and still laugh every time I hear "Chicken, no!" In fact, we've even named one (or all) of our chickens Chicken No. And Sheep No. And Tilly No. Comby No... (but we're sticking with D@##*t T-Bone ;-).

This morning only two Adventure Chickens were brave enough to venture out in the freshly fallen snow to make the run from the coop to the first horse stall. Of course, one of them was Chicken No (the white one).



The rest?



"What the heck is this stuff?" (Heads sticking out - click to biggify)



"I don't think so." (Butts sticking out...as they head back to bed)

I don't believe they liked the "chickens no" (chicken snow ;-).

Merry Cat-mas, Y'all!

We have four - count 'em - four barn cats. Three occasionally follow me out there to feed or if they think I might be getting into something that needs their supervision. I will give Clair Bear credit for spending most of the time up there keeping the mouse population well in hand (she must have drawn the short straw), but Brushy and Comby are the best porch "setters" we've ever seen. Eli has a secondary rooftop apartment, so at least part of the time isn't blatantly flaunting his lack of work ethic and taunting Saint Tim with his eat, sleep, fish, eat, sleep, fish...lifestyle.

After years of fighting with them, we've just become resigned to tacking up the lovely plastic sheeting to block the weather for them every winter, plugging in their heated beds and this year built the de-luxe Boo house/cat condo (which I do have to admit looks better than the cardboard box of last year). We may have had just a bit much holiday party punch the other night though, because now we've added a Cat-mas tree to the little "village".



Complete with yarn balls, jingle bells, wiffle golf balls and some special treats.



I think the dead fern is an especially classy touch!

We have (had) a beautiful back porch and I've always said backdoor guests are always best, but now I hope folks just come to the front door.



This is one of my favorite porch pictures. Ah, the good ole' days with only one cat food bowl, flowers that haven't been trampled down...

Friday Feature - What Woolliam Really Asked Santa For

"It's about time you added to the temporary grazing paddock!"

"Hey - hurry up down there!"

"I get to go out first!"

"No, I do!"

"Me, Me, Me!"



I not only sort of forgot about the Friday Feature (until I was reminded this morning), but I also sort of "forgotted" about asking Santa for a better video camera.



Maybe Santa reads my blog...