Sunday, October 26, 2014
Country Girl Trapped in a City Girl's Life . I wrote ten paragraphs about how much I wanted to leave my (then) current life and what I really wanted to do with myself.
I posted no pictures.
7 years later, I live much of the life I dreamed of 7 years ago... a life with more wonderful animals than I ever could have hoped for and a beautiful piece of land to grow all the things I ever wanted to.
I also have backup hard drives with thousands and thousands of pictures stored on them that tell the story of my life since I became a farm girl - all the good *and* the bad. This blog will never be without pictures again.
Despite all the time that has gone by and all the changes - some incredibly challenging - that have happened, I still wake up every single day feeling so fortunate to be where I am. I don't know what the next 7 years will bring, but I hope that I will continue to be able to post a few pictures on my blog every now and then, and share a story about my critters that made me smile.
I just wanted to mark today with a post because 7 years suddenly feels like a long time to me.
Bippity and Thumper (who have grown up on this blog and are now 6 1/2 years old) think so, too. :-)
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Don't you hate it when bloggers suddenly disappear? One day they are there, discussing their stuff, sharing their lives, detailing their happenings, and then the next - poof! - they are gone...sometimes for weeks (or even months) on end.
Now imagine you are that blogger, the one who suddenly disappeared. Things might just not be working out for you. Or, things are simply readjusting and will soon be right again. As a blogger, you have realized that you require a certain level of peace and focus, two things that enable you to write. If those things are not there, your writing feels forced and awkward to you. You might, in fact, lose all desire to blog, even though you feel guilty, then, for not doing so. You feel guilty for the sole reason that you want to share your animals. You want their stories to be told. You need for their incredible personalities and antics to be noted by someone other than yourself - because these beings have brought so much joy that you want nothing more than to share them. So, every day, you try to find that certain level of peace and focus again. You know it will return, but sometimes, it takes longer than other times.
In case you haven't caught on, the blogger described above is pretty much me. I'm so full of stops and starts right now, I don't know if I'm coming or going. It's not intentional, believe me. My life is (and has been) undergoing significant change and many days I feel like I am just barely holding on for the ride.
In the meantime, though, when my head gets really full, and the words get all jammed up inside me, I head to my pasture in search of the sweet furried beings who ground me, and give me the peace and focus that is otherwise escaping me. It certainly doesn't hurt if the sun is shining, too.
When I sit my hind end down on the slightly muddy ground, my sweet boy, Beau comes to rest his muzzle in my hand.
I remember the days when she wouldn't come within a few yards of me.
She has grown very, very friendly in the last year. She even lets me "boop" her nose now.
The underside of Beau's chin is incredibly soft. As long as I keep rubbing, he will stand completely still, sighing contentedly every couple of minutes.
And like the many other times, it was so peaceful in my pasture, I felt the weight of my world lift from my shoulders. It made me want to write about it.
To each his own. :-)
Thank you for reading my stories.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
It has rained so hard for the last 24 hours, even rugged, weather-resistent Kai llama didn't need much coaxing to come under cover for breakfast this morning.
Chester and Beau were insistent that a towel dry was the least that should be offered at this fine establishment.
Mr. Goldy, my stock tank goldfish, has been through some challenges lately. (You can read about how Mr. Goldy came to be at Critter Farm here.)
He went from being snowed in...
to iced in...
to what will, most likely, be flood stage by tonight...
Though they couldn't quite figure out my fascination with the patterns the downpours are making on their mineral blocks.
Oh. One more thing. There's a new face here on the farm.
He's very big and very wild and has decided he really likes eating Clyde's food that I keep up at the barn. I'm monitoring this situation closely because there has been some evidence of scuffling in the barn that might indicate a territory war. I am concerned that shy Clyde might be being bullied and this will not do. Perhaps this new guy just needs to have someone explain the Critter Farm rules to him?
Sunday, February 16, 2014
The girls of the flock, of course, have been gossiping about it for some time now.
Honey, my chicken-free-spirit, has been hanging out lately around the chicken coop. She hasn't done this in almost three years. At first I thought she was considering reintegrating herself with the flock and I got really excited.
But then I realized, it's not necessarily the entire flock that she's interested in.
It's slowly becoming clear that they have a bit of a "thang" going on.
Honey does all sorts of flamboyant-chicken-things to try to impress Roopert.
I don't blame her a bit; he is awfully handsome.
Except for sometimes, when he thinks nobody is watching. I caught this shot yesterday through my kitchen porch door.
He is actually very attentive to her. Where can all this lead? We shall see. Perhaps I should have titled this post: A Belated Valentine Tale?
(Roopert and Honey....sittin' in a tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
Friday, February 14, 2014
But probably the biggest sign that the melting trend is for real is when Honey (my chicken who left her flock to explore the world as a solitary, free-ranging hen) finally ventures out of her crate on the porch, where she has been under self-imposed house arrest since the snow began. She does not like snow and she really does not like cold feet. This girl stays put when it is snowy or below 30 degrees outside.
So, you can see why it's a good sign when she starts doing her walk-abouts again.
After carefully calculating the danger levels of temperature, snowpack and distance...
Honey ventured the farthest she had in over a week - all the way to the goat house, where she scratched and pecked and clucked happily, finding her first juicy bugs and worms in days.
Of course, Reggie was at his post and alerted the neighborhood accordingly.
Tomorrow: Rumors are flying in the chicken coop!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
The weather predictions came true and we wound up with 14" of snow. The initial flakes that fell were tiny delights to my eyes....amazing six-pointed stars and heart shapes landed on my hoody sleeve. I must've looked really silly photographing my arm, but I was enthralled.
It snowed on my farm pup, Roxy. That girl loves the snow. She snuffles it.
It snowed on my donkeys and llama. Kai, like Roxy, loves the snow, but Chester and Beau look a little disgusted by the whole event, don't you think?
It even snowed on Pete and Reggie, who normally steer clear of any contact with cold and wet.
Pete went so far as to tell me he wanted to go for a walk with Roxy.
Until reason took over (or his little goaty feet got cold) and he and Reggie suddenly turned tail and bolted back to their goat house.
It snowed on my ancient little car that slide off the hillside, rendering it incapacitated until the snow melts.
It snowed on my kitchen porch. A lot.
It snowed a ridiculous amount on the back deck. Poor Roxy, she briefly considered going out here. Now she is just dreaming of summer when this is her favorite place to nap in the sun.
Once I got my fill of taking pictures of snow on things (can you tell it's kind of a novelty in my part of Oregon?), I realized how long it was going to take to melt 14 inches of snow and I sighed heavily. And then the forecast warnings for freezing rain began. Fortunately, the worst of it is now over and I have returned to focusing all my energy anticipating the return of spring.
My thoughts are also with my friends (and everyone!) in the south and east who are currently dealing with yet another round of intense winter weather. Please stay warm and safe, everybody!