Doom Guy entertained us on the bird feeder again, not long ago.
He was trying to watch all of the birds, all at once! :-D
They all seem to try for the hanging feeder. Like they refuse to accept that it will move, every time. :-D
The Re-Farmer
kittens
Wait a minute… who are you?
After our deer visitor left this morning, I went out to feed the cats. Once again, I saw the black and white dad-cat on the dresser in the sun room – and once again, he ran off as soon as he saw me. The rest of the cats were milling about as if they were starving. The girls had put food out for them last night, but the bowls were completely empty by morning. The braver of the cats were eating the food before I even finished filling the bowls!
Then I stepped back to let the shier ones get to the bowls, and watched them for a bit. There’s Rosencrantz (or Guildenstern) at the top; Butterscotch and The Outsider on either side. Big Jim and Bob next to Beep Beep and Doom Guy, then Rosencrantz and Guilden… wait…
What?
Three of them? Continue reading
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Morning Feeding
Heading into the sun room this morning, on the way to putting food out for the cats, I discovered not one, but two of the dad cats, running out of the room with the kittens! The black and white one was back on the dresser. I just caught a flash of the grey and white one, as he ran out the door.
They quickly took off out of sight, but that still left 8 cats to crowd around the food bowls!
Guildenstern (or Rosencrantz) had to push her way in – which she clearly didn’t want to do. Neither of the calico-torties are very assertive, at all.
Jim is now called Big Jim! He’s gotten so burly, I’ve been mistaking him for Rolando Moon more often!
Beep Beep was my escort this morning, though I was joined by Rolando Moon, later on, too. :-)
We had some blustery weather overnight, judging from the branches I was picking up this morning.
When finishing up my rounds, I got a chuckle at the many tiny paw prints in the fresh snow on the sidewalk to the main entry.
From the size of some of them, I could see we got visited by my brother’s dog again, too! :-D
As I came around back to the feeding area, I saw the third dad cat, slink away. I’d seen him earlier, going through the maple grove and then through the tall grass in the main garden area. It was my presence that had him moving away from the house, so I was glad to see he’d come back, while I was doing my rounds.
He let me get within about 8 feet of him, as I made my way back to the sun room doors to go inside, before finally slinking away.
Of the three dad cats, this one looks the most like a house cat. He’s in good shape and, while certainly not willing to go near us, doesn’t demonstrate actual fear or anxiety in the process. I wonder if he belongs to one of the neighbouring farms, and is just coming to visit?
Inside the sun room, I found Bob, already back on the swing bench.
Just look at that beauty! No longer the skinny, scrawny little kitten with a head too big for his body!
He even let me touch him, though he wasn’t too happy with me coming close. Even Doom Guy was more jumpy around me than usual. I think it was because of the heavier coat I was wearing today. The fabric of the outer shell makes a lot more noise. *L*
Bob, however, not only let me sidle up to him and touch him, he let me scritch his ears and cheeks! Not only that, but even as tense as he was, he started to purr and relax a bit. Until Doom Guy came over and disturbed him. :-D
Then I saw a bit of movement out the window, so I snuck over to the door to take a peek.
Look who peeked back!
He moved away after I took the photo, but I went inside the house after this, so I hope he came back for food soon after.
I like my cat-filled morning routine. :-D
The Re-Farmer
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Belated Canadian Thanksgiving dinner
The Thanksgiving family dinner we had planned last month got rescheduled to today. Since moving here, we did have one large family dinner, before Christmas or so, so it’s been almost a year.
I think it turned out rather well.
I think Doom Guy agrees. Continue reading
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Bird feeder
I recently picked up some more mixed bird seed and added it to our feeder.
I find it interesting, which seeds get eaten right away, and which get left behind.
And the lengths some birds will go to, to get their preferred seed, while ignoring other seeds that are easier to get to.
Like this nuthatch.
All the birds seem to prefer the same seeds. Which is weird, as the seed blend is designed to appeal to a variety of birds. Our visiting birds don’t seem to want variety in their food!
The above photo was taken yesterday, before the snow fell. (I got some others, I will post over the next few days.) Today, they were digging through the snow to get at the seeds.
They were being watched, as they did so!
The Outsider was very interesting in what they were doing up there!
Gosh, he’s an adorable cat.
When it gets dark out, we can still see the white of the hanging bird feeder, but the rest of the platform and stand is barely visible.
Last night, while sitting in my crochet corner, I noticed the hanging feeder swinging away and thought it was getting quite windy! Then I saw some movement, as the stand itself seemed to move. We’ve had wind gusts strong enough to knock it over, so that got my attention.
Which is when I saw the black shadow, moving around on the platform feeder. A splash of white came into view, and I found Doom Guy, looking back at me though the window!
Too funny!
That makes three of the kittens that we’ve seen up on the platform feeder! Makes me wonder how often it happens, when we’re not there to see it. :-)
The Re-Farmer
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Plans? What are those?
The hard part about making plans is, they get disrupted so quickly! :-D Even scheduled appointments and the like often get changed at the last minute. Even the medical appointment we had for my husband this morning was one that had been rescheduled twice before – and that turned out unusual. Continue reading
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The dangers of kitties!
From when the kittens tried to kill my husband. !!!
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Oh, those kits!
The outside cats are certainly entertaining.
First, they tried to kill my husband this morning. !!! As he went out to feed them this morning, they were all at the door. The usual tripping hazard! As he started to step down from the concrete stairs at the door, Doom Guy dashed under his foot. He moved to avoid stepping on him, and ended up stepping on one of the glazed bricks that are along the side of the entryway.
It was slippery.
Down he went! Continue reading
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Kitten Rescue!
Doom Guy and Beep Beep kept me company while I was cleaning up around the garage and fence line this afternoon. When I got to where I had to figure out some way to lift the post hole pounder, to free up the bikes under it, I went into the lean to on this side of the garage, to find something to help.
Since I was going in and out of it, I left the door open.
Of course, the cats went in to check it out. This is the only part of the garage they can’t squeeze their way into, so it was all new to them!
While working on the junk pile, I could hear meowing from the garage. I went in to see, and from the direction of the sound, figured Doom Guy was exploring under the counter. After a while, though, the meowing started to sound decidedly distressed.
So I went back to look again.
Which is when I discovered Doom Guy was trapped behind the counter.
The counter has open space under it, but it also had a back to it. Above the counter are boards covering the wall joists; likely to prevent things from falling off the back of the counter, where they could not be retrieved.
Doom Guy was somewhere in the wall joists!
Now, while we’ve been using this lean to for storing the riding mower, and a few other things, we were not going to start sorting and cleaning up the garage any time soon. So stuff that’s in there have been there for years.
Lots of stuff.
I ended up getting one of my daughters to come and help me. She came into the garage, just in time to see the top of Doom Guy’s head, before he fell back down again. He could climb to the top, but couldn’t get over the edge of the board.
So we cleared the end of the counter, my daughter climbed on top of it, and ripped the board that was there off completely.
The blue on the left is another section of board, blocking the space.
This is some of the stuff that was on the counter.
The shadow is Beep Beep’s tail. :-D
The wooden things on the ground are shelves, filled with nuts, bolts and other small items. All metal.
I’m glad the two parts were separate, because it took two of us lift each of them off!
The noise and bustle we made spooked Doom Guy into squeezing over to another space. I could only see him by using my phone!
We even put some cat treats at the top, to tempt him to climb up again.
At one point, I could hear him purring!
I even managed to move the counter away from the wall by a couple of inches. It couldn’t be moved too far, as that end is resting on a bit of concrete foundation. It would fall right off, if moved too far.
We left the garage to give Doom Guy some quiet, so he would try and climb again. After a while, my daughter came back. We could hear some scrambling, so she hopped onto the counter. As soon as he was close enough, she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him the rest of the way out!
He was just covered in dirt and cobwebs!
He does not look happy. :-D
When he got down to the ground, she tried to give him treats there, but he was more interested in attention.
So his mom ate them.
My daughter took the treat container and, shaking it to make some noise, tried to tempt him away from the garage. Instead, he kept sniffing the spot where the treats his mother ate had been. So I picked him up and took him to my daughter, who got him over to the house.
I’m glad we were able to get him out of there. For a while, I was seriously considering cutting a hole in the wall, from the outside!
I haven’t put anything back on the counter, yet. A lot of what’s there might just get thrown out (why are there so many empty tool and tool accessory cases?). At the very least, I want to clean the end of the counter before putting the shelves back – and getting rid of all the dead Asian Lady Beetles that fell out when the board got pulled off!
I supposed the board should be put back. Maybe not nailed and glued in place again, though!
While fussing with things on the counter later on, though, something caught my eye, in between some pieces and parts, boxes and cases.
Was that a glass?
With liquid in it?
What on earth?
Oil.
Dirty oil.
Why is that there?
How long has it been there?
We’re going to have our work cut out for us, when we finally get to cleaning the garage.
Hopefully, no more kittens will need to be rescued!
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 