While coming out of the house through the sun room, I startled a whole bunch of kittens that were at the food bowls.
All but two ran off, and I just had to laugh at what I saw.
Corvo was lying IN the food bowl, looking at me, before going back to eating. Then he cousin joined him.
Too funny!
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Heading out to work on the spruce grove, a splash of colour in the big garden area caught my eye.
While its white counterpart has finished blooming for some time, this one still has a couple of buds!
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One of the things we like to do is leave the inner doors open, so our cats can look outside. The outer door at the main entry has a window almost all the way to the bottom, at the perfect height for them to sit and look out. The step outside, however, is lower than the floor, so the cats outside have to make more effort to look in.
As I walked past this morning, I heard DahBoy making some noise at the door. He was batting at the bottom of the window, where I could just see the top of a head and front paws of another tuxedo, batting back! :-D
Seeing this, I decided to grab some cat treats and see if I could convince some kittens to come close.
With the rain we’ve had lately, my usual places to sit are on the damp side, so I opened up the sun room, leaving a trail of treats, to see if any would come in.
Of the kittens that did come out, all but one of them eventually came into the sun room!
Doom Guy, the tuxedo, was quick to go inside, though he was not willing to let me pet him today. While I saw the bigger orange tabby around, only the teeny tabby stuck around. Only one of the calico-tories showed up.
This is the closest Rosencrantz or Gildenstern has come near me in ages!
Corvo, the grey, came in, but was more about checking things out than having treats.
He was the only one to actually start climbing around, going up onto my dad’s chair. It’s a rocker, so I’m a bit surprised he’d go onto something that moves. He also started to push his way into the cube shelf, knocking out a spare insect zapping racket in the process, and scaring himself out of the room! :-D
Even the teeny tabby came in, but not much farther than the doorway.
I’ve left the outside doors to the sun room open for now. There were still treats on the floor, and I figure my not being there would let the shier kittens have more of a chance to get some.
I want to snuggle them so much!
:-D
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We’ve had ourselves an afternoon of kittens and cows! :-D
My daughter and I had to head into town this afternoon, but as we left the house, we got distracted by a Doom Guy.
Who is starting to get used to this whole “being held” thing, and enjoying head scritches. Oh, was he purring up a storm!
The girls had gone out to see the kittens this morning, too, and he allowed himself to be picked up. It has been quite chilly, so I think he is appreciating the body heat that comes from being held by a human! :-D
I think this is having an effect on the other kittens, too. They’re starting to come closer, even if they don’t let us come near them. Though they also seem to be begging for treats, too. More on that, later! :-D
When we got back from town and pulled up to the gate, we found cows! Just a few of them in the outer yard, while others were in the old hay yard. There was no surge of the entire herd coming in like last time.
The vehicle and people gates to the yard were open, as was the garage door, when we left. !!
Thankfully, no cows were in the garage. While I closed the vehicle gate to the inner yard, my daughter got her stuff from the van and closed up the garage. Then I went to check the electric wire gate by the barn, because I could see that the insulated wire holders were still upright. I found the wire broken and dragged into the outer yard, so I paused to move it aside, so no cows would get tangled in it. As I did that, one of the cows came walking past me, through the gate.
This immediately concerned me, because she was limping very heavily on a front leg. I followed her a bit and managed to get a picture of her looking back at me on her right. This allowed me to zoom in on the photo and read the number on her ear tag.
I then went in (making sure the people gate was closed up) and phoned up the renter to let him know his cows had come through again. We both think the recent rains (another thunderstorm came through last night) has been causing problems with his electric fence. I let him know the tag number on the injured cow, though with how heavily she was limping, she would be hard to miss.
After I called him, I went to walk around the yard, just in case a cow got in and no one noticed. We do have a couple of gaps in the fence by the old log building that a determined cow could get through, even if the gates were closed.
Walking around was much more challenging than expected! Butterscotch came over and kept winding herself around my legs as I walked. As much as I tried to avoid it, I still ended up kicking her in the head, at least twice. Do you think that stopped her? Not a chance!
Beep Beep and several kittens followed along, too!
They were most definitely begging for treats. :-D
Even the shy kittens were following me along.
Rosencrantz, or Gildenstern, came along, then the bigger orange tabby came running, too. :-D
Even pausing to take the photo was an unexpected challenge. :-D
Butterscotch may not like being picked up, but she was certainly willing to try climbing my leg!
About an hour later, I could hear an engine, letting me know the renter was here, so I went out again. The cows were nice and co-operative about getting back to the barn side of the fence. We stopped to talk for a bit, and it now looks like I’ll be buying a round bale of straw from him. :-D I had made arrangements to get 6 small square straw bales delivered a few days ago from someone else. I only need enough to cover the top of the septic tank, then plan to layer the rest on the smaller garden by the Old Kitchen. Unfortunately, the person never showed up, and hasn’t been answering my messages, so I don’t know what’s going on. I asked if he could recommend someone I could buy from, and after asking what I needed, he said he could sell me one. A round bale will have much more straw than we need, but it won’t go to waste, that’s for sure. When things dry up later, he’ll deliver one into our yard for us. Unlike smaller straw bales, there’s no way we’d be able to get it into the yard ourselves!
I also let him know how much we are enjoying his cows, and made sure to let him know we didn’t mind them getting through the gate. My only concern is that, with all the stuff around, they’ll get hurt. Which I’m hoping is not what happened to the limping cow. It could just be a rock in her hoof, but until he gets a look, there’s no way to know. There was visible sign of an injury other than her limping. We did joke about how curious they are, and get into everything. Do they ever! They are so interested in the cats, too.
A unexpected bonus with the cows breaking through the fence. I’m getting to know the renter more, and he’s a really nice guy. :-)
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Last night, I made up some chili in the slow cooker, for ourselves and my mother when she gets home form the hospital. You can see my recipe here, though I slightly modified it this time. I added a rutabaga with the vegetables, an extra can of beans, and used two cans of crushed tomatoes, instead of one, plus tomato paste. I also skipped the cream. Lots of fibre and iron in here, which my mother will need for the next while.
This morning, I put up 12 pint sized jars of the chili.
I don’t have the equipment to pressure can these, but these are not intended for long term storage. Done this way, they should last 6 weeks or more, in the fridge.
I found a flat bottomed, rectangular roasting pain with rack while cleaning the Old Kitchen. It was the perfect size to hold all the jars. I put the jars on the rack and, after setting kettles to boil water to scald them, added hot tap water to the roasting rack, so there would be no chance of anything cracking. I scalded the lids and rings in a stainless steel bowl, then poured boiling water into all the jars to disinfect them all. I scalded my jar funnel, too. I am so glad I picked that thing up!!
Once the jars were scalded and emptied, I could use the roasting pan to carry them all together to the crock pot. I left the hot water in the pan. To fill the jars, I would put some chili in, then use a (scalded) fork to poke at it and get out any air pockets, fill it the rest of the way (with a half inch head space) then poke at it again to get rid of the air pockets. After removing the funnel, I popped a lid in place, then moved on to the next one. Using the roasting rack made it much more organized.
Once filled, I put on the rings, but did not tighten them all the way, then moved them all onto some paper towel to cool slowly. Once fully cooled, I’ll tighten the rings the rest of the way. Not too tight, though. I don’t want my mother to have a hard time opening them!
This took up about half of our 8 quart crock pot of chili.
So I had chili for breakfast. :-D
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The kittens have been tearing around all over the place!
Last night, I spent some time outside with them, tossing out cat treats in various directions. The tuxedo was once again the only kitten that would come near me, and even allowed me to pet him.
This afternoon, while heading out to go pick up some prescription refills, they heard as and all came out – even the ones that wouldn’t come near us. My husband has been putting food out for them in the mornings, but they didn’t all come out until later.
So of course, my daughter and I paused to say hello.
Beep Beep’s kittens now have names. Meet Doom Guy, the tuxedo.
Who loves my daughter’s new purse!
While we were out, we started to hear some plaintive meowing from… somewhere.
It turned out to be one of the inside cats, at the kitchen window.
Beep Beep’s tabby went to take a look. Meet Corvo (why yes, my daughters are gamers… why do you ask? LOL)
He had even stretched up, with his paws on the wall, trying to get closer to the window, but I wasn’t able to get a picture. Too cute!
Butterscotch, three of her babies, and Beep Beep, at the food bowls. The larger orange tabby made a showing, but I wasn’t able to get a picture of him.
Then, something amazing happened.
Doom Guy allowed my daughter to pick him up. He not only stayed (though he wasn’t quite sure how to handle being held) and let us pet him, but even started to purr!!
So awesome!
Just before we left, my daughter had to rescue her bag again. :-D
Well, okay. He’s not quite comfortable around us, yet. :-D
In other things; it had been my plan to work along the fence line today, but it was much chillier than I expected. So it was a morning to do some crochet. Later on, I’ll be making a big batch of chili in the crock pot, and setting some aside in jars for my mother, for when she comes home from the hospital. Between my siblings and I, she will hopefully not have to cook for quite some time, and can focus on recovery. Though there has been come discomfort for her, everything has been going very well with her. At the moment, she’s expected to come home on Saturday, and my older brother plans to stay with her for a few days, to help her out. We should know by then if she will need home care or not, too. I hope she does get it, just to make sure she doesn’t over do things too early. My family is notorious for ignoring pain or injury and pushing ourselves through it, even when we shouldn’t! :-D
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Our day started with thunder and much needed rain.
While going into the medical centre for my husband’s appointment this afternoon, I couldn’t resist getting pictures of the lush green spruces and their pine cones, along the parking lot. Such lovely, healthy, trees they have on the grounds. :-) It’s amazing how quickly everything perks up after a good rainfall.
While in the waiting room, we heard a massive peal of thunder! The storm didn’t hit directly, though. We just got some good rain. It would have been good to get it earlier in the year, but I’ll take what we can get!
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It’s just one, so far; the tuxedo. My daughter tells me he let her pet him yesterday, too.
Progress!!! :-D
I was out for much of the morning, taking my mother to the hospital she will be going for surgery at, tomorrow, for her pre-op blood work. We took her car, since it’s easier to get in and out of for her. When we needed to replace our old van, I very specifically chose a vehicle that would meet my husband’s mobility needs, which are pretty much the opposite of my mothers. :-D The trip went really well, and we got back early enough that we could go to church together, too.
When I got home, I noticed branches in the yard, so after lunch I went out to pick them up.
I got distracted by a Beep Beep, who really wanted attention! So I sat on the side of the concrete landing at the door and started petting her. Her tuxedo kitten was out and, at first, he didn’t want to go near me. Then, much to my surprise, he came over to snuzzle his mom as I pet her – and let me pet him, too!
Then they both went behind my back and rolled around on the concrete. I reached around to pet Beep Beep, and a kitten head pushed itself under my hand! It was so awesome.
I tried reaching my phone over my shoulder to get some pictures of them behind my back and actually got a good one of the tuxedo. :-D
I’m hoping, as the other kittens see him enjoying human attention, they’ll relax and start letting us pet them, too.
The grey tabby, however, still won’t go near me. I moved to a chair we have by the sun room, and he wouldn’t even go past to get to the food bowls.
The teeny tabby used to come close and even let me touch, sometimes, but these days, he is acting more skittish for some reason. He will, at least, go past me to get to the food.
His big brother, on the other hand, almost did, but when he heard me shift on the chair, he ran off again.
He has such a lion-like appearance doesn’t he? :-D
I even caught a glimpse of one of the calicos, dashing away.
I’m so happy. I got some kitten therapy! :-D
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The collapsing roof of an old log building in our outer yard.
The nails once held wooden shingles in place. Now, the rotting wood supports lichen and moss.
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Thanks to the cows’ trampling, I was able to get further into the back of an old log building that is collapsing in the outer yard.
The remains of the roof, long since stripped of shingles, are rotting away. In the process, it is supporting new life.
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