tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462449469328055692024-03-19T04:47:40.850-04:00Lester's FlatKatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.comBlogger1024125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-54510962305086501432024-03-14T13:16:00.004-04:002024-03-14T13:22:42.076-04:00A close call<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ0pj9dOay2wQJsETVGDFc-Pf0Qvv8LsT-zshT01GaLTb5yTVSeAAbEDkghtYGVYPv1BLdHLuTN_HRWSkrWAR44JXjQ2lSC12ZKVElYra3lyV3s5dxmO6LdI222g1b-gzWq-ltrDdEKLT_IuPSZNWgVZDoT8k0FXAnoDiEg_eSMMvf0-0HacNLisGEsFia" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ0pj9dOay2wQJsETVGDFc-Pf0Qvv8LsT-zshT01GaLTb5yTVSeAAbEDkghtYGVYPv1BLdHLuTN_HRWSkrWAR44JXjQ2lSC12ZKVElYra3lyV3s5dxmO6LdI222g1b-gzWq-ltrDdEKLT_IuPSZNWgVZDoT8k0FXAnoDiEg_eSMMvf0-0HacNLisGEsFia=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div>She's back in the house and safe and sound and mostly healthy.<p></p><p>This young lady put us all through hell by escaping from the fence on Tuesday. We could not catch her when she was inside the fence, imagine what fun it was to capture her outside and running free.</p><p>A team of concerned neighbors, along with Jean from Dog Control, was out there for 3 hours trying to keep her out of the busy road—at rush hour no less—not an easy task. And she has no experience with roads to teach her to not stand in the middle, on a sharp curve, to dine on the rabbit road kill.</p><p>This photo to show that she survived being hit. After being broad-sided by a Jeep, she ran off to the back of our property and hid in the swampy area by the creek. I can not thank our search team, especially Alan and Roberta, enough for spotting her back there just before dark.</p><p>We were able to get her in the car, and then off to the emergency vet in Sidney. We were all truly amazed that she wasn't injured more than she was. Nothing broken, not bleeding, just some bruising and minor abrasions. With meds for a few days she should be fine. </p><p>She is officially back to the long leash outside, and sleeping inside. Now I get to do some sleeping inside as well.</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-2253950927734698702024-03-10T15:21:00.001-04:002024-03-10T19:03:56.751-04:00Some day, maybe<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGRpej81f0aXFMd_tdGhS9mN9eaF_mXQ6v7cCJW66tsfyHwtu2prN0ZJL-dge-9FgzlQDQ3CuB_h7g1iyF-wr-9KG9y8ues9hhF2rExUOcRSEetDn4C-U7iLiFqGgBaCYDZeNb7Kiksm6Xs-F3faR2jcvTVXCFuZVGBFSlhJct4Lz-6sNu6B0LYveliWyw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGRpej81f0aXFMd_tdGhS9mN9eaF_mXQ6v7cCJW66tsfyHwtu2prN0ZJL-dge-9FgzlQDQ3CuB_h7g1iyF-wr-9KG9y8ues9hhF2rExUOcRSEetDn4C-U7iLiFqGgBaCYDZeNb7Kiksm6Xs-F3faR2jcvTVXCFuZVGBFSlhJct4Lz-6sNu6B0LYveliWyw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidBi8sZZPVMCjjHzj4SUv7QD4IB_kREvf6f6dBjOrljEdMLBi4CYdVBSrDPWp_njwfEQh7JVcQ-zI2NxTYhLxhdkxSLe4C7G0NkymE8FO8g1utIiCZD_65a_3JLfuxq0-XNxtRSUZBrtfbFeGdB5_h1ARHk5EhimldYDgXuJK3pxRQdZEV4LQPKzF6eyT3" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2243" data-original-width="2673" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidBi8sZZPVMCjjHzj4SUv7QD4IB_kREvf6f6dBjOrljEdMLBi4CYdVBSrDPWp_njwfEQh7JVcQ-zI2NxTYhLxhdkxSLe4C7G0NkymE8FO8g1utIiCZD_65a_3JLfuxq0-XNxtRSUZBrtfbFeGdB5_h1ARHk5EhimldYDgXuJK3pxRQdZEV4LQPKzF6eyT3=w400-h336" width="400" /></a></div>I decided to take off the long leash for a lot of reasons, mostly that she was using me to come out and get her, rather than learning to come in on her own. The weather has been getting warmer, and I thought it would be a good time to try a new tactic—learn to come inside without me helping!<p></p><p>Now, 5 days later, I am finding out just how stubborn my little angel is.</p><p>On the nice days, Cyrus and I will sit out there and play with her. Or maybe I will do some much needed yard work and ignore them both.</p><p>Those days go well, except for the fact that SHE STILL WILL NOT COME IN THE HOUSE! (pardon the caps)</p><p>She has been outside, including nighttime, since Tuesday. Yesterday it rained most of the afternoon into the night. That last pic of her looking all pathetic in the window is not her trying to come in...just so ya know. I even tried to get her in through the window. No go.</p><p>The latest idea is to go out with the leash and offer to take her for a walk. If and when she lets me hook her up, I walk her, bring her in the house when we're done, and then let her back outside if she insists on it. This will probably only work on the nice days, but I am sure there are some of them in our future. Going out for a try right now.<br /></p><p>Update: no luck.</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-9267093286235525612024-02-24T14:30:00.004-05:002024-02-24T14:32:49.838-05:00The neglected ones<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNRN0bUDoHb5Y9aPHRdTiNL8FCVQX7e5GXe2IlYrADmBN8eMmzlqciaOv8kWrMVu127ikZeAxuFxMnAJDuKBACH5g4btGoTu8M7GR7Tr8duijhCcdcad9dDYDMzUQmXBLpZj8sf7GxBQiMzRWpSFp2t-ZSzQSUr0P9R4NaLmGrNOcCz-yQA_MU9xadS62o" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2907" data-original-width="3908" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNRN0bUDoHb5Y9aPHRdTiNL8FCVQX7e5GXe2IlYrADmBN8eMmzlqciaOv8kWrMVu127ikZeAxuFxMnAJDuKBACH5g4btGoTu8M7GR7Tr8duijhCcdcad9dDYDMzUQmXBLpZj8sf7GxBQiMzRWpSFp2t-ZSzQSUr0P9R4NaLmGrNOcCz-yQA_MU9xadS62o=w640-h476" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwvY2C4_VghQwqyVVwH181Q000V0i8v0-P3k1-VhxbU0sEMkv7A-Ho3hT0xTYELgj3o4Oa_gdk4fLYSk5zSkT7mPul1Oe9N3256_FxaxH0G-q9J-9PIFLTrybBzvU2KzjY59deOmKKWWttBnmOSbdQI3e0wnjltlJObB05x_eBc7zKcNTRuZNIcqYvoa7m" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwvY2C4_VghQwqyVVwH181Q000V0i8v0-P3k1-VhxbU0sEMkv7A-Ho3hT0xTYELgj3o4Oa_gdk4fLYSk5zSkT7mPul1Oe9N3256_FxaxH0G-q9J-9PIFLTrybBzvU2KzjY59deOmKKWWttBnmOSbdQI3e0wnjltlJObB05x_eBc7zKcNTRuZNIcqYvoa7m=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div>Willie, Monkey, and Cyrus were all making the case today that they have been largely neglected with all these posts about that darn Jessie, birds, and (really?) outdoor cats!<p></p><p>All of these children, behaving so well, and still no mention of them...</p><p>So here they are, lazing around on a very sunny day.</p><p>Cyrus should be showing off his newly cleaned bright shiny white teeth (only $928!), but no, he said he didn't appreciate that they pulled 5 not so shiny teeth while they were at it.</p><p>And the cats were happy to report that they had the whole house to themselves while Cyrus was getting shiny and Jessie was outside.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOu25B4-Qyx-oLkjYhAeP81cm7lWghibkQxkAialaB5rKY7tezwMXJVjOf6UYpOpLhhdbZPl4dSbDddqTF-o0YXIJ3u2pkSe4FzesoGqqId52QSn75e794feolxYfjYD0KSVezr7c23Y3MWPTDsAn_xaVDlHdRV1sqwT0huXSbw4Utoi-yK_7m_jW9OXPQ/s4032/IMG_7968.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOu25B4-Qyx-oLkjYhAeP81cm7lWghibkQxkAialaB5rKY7tezwMXJVjOf6UYpOpLhhdbZPl4dSbDddqTF-o0YXIJ3u2pkSe4FzesoGqqId52QSn75e794feolxYfjYD0KSVezr7c23Y3MWPTDsAn_xaVDlHdRV1sqwT0huXSbw4Utoi-yK_7m_jW9OXPQ/w640-h480/IMG_7968.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-33493236256784088882024-02-21T14:13:00.006-05:002024-02-21T14:19:31.952-05:00Blackbirds and Swallows and the Jessie Project<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiz-I7y9O9USHNRLN4gCaXUlRsd3SMmyEEDJyQYc3q4i5meLO2CFa9PVjZS89pTQVl9WozGGYCd7fpO3TPcO5Yz2Y-GaHYK_2TE_-nigyYezPtJanYnuke9pXs4-quWsl7zs00PnG3iEQCTFnC6ZwFOccAA-Nfy_my3CuKciusiMFFvF_lDgAg-m2pCDsI" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3072" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiz-I7y9O9USHNRLN4gCaXUlRsd3SMmyEEDJyQYc3q4i5meLO2CFa9PVjZS89pTQVl9WozGGYCd7fpO3TPcO5Yz2Y-GaHYK_2TE_-nigyYezPtJanYnuke9pXs4-quWsl7zs00PnG3iEQCTFnC6ZwFOccAA-Nfy_my3CuKciusiMFFvF_lDgAg-m2pCDsI=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGceo-YkINx8CFkQg4lVGLtqyTKBBYr0dituaHnRS6dreroVRnK2QUrE6QHCQEfo3SQ8gP7pdAFShtNSVTFvi-8TwUemvdSutLB47tq21Icm0Jzw9BHYadC--HN7HIi9HsfEJYdWurnQLW5_Oy3RZqsrSxOOvR0pDUaw8Mj1_mCJJsOEXGrEYaDEuIXezL" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3766" data-original-width="2824" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGceo-YkINx8CFkQg4lVGLtqyTKBBYr0dituaHnRS6dreroVRnK2QUrE6QHCQEfo3SQ8gP7pdAFShtNSVTFvi-8TwUemvdSutLB47tq21Icm0Jzw9BHYadC--HN7HIi9HsfEJYdWurnQLW5_Oy3RZqsrSxOOvR0pDUaw8Mj1_mCJJsOEXGrEYaDEuIXezL=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>The Red-winged Blackbirds made a grand entrance on February 15, declaring that spring is on the way. There were at least a dozen, including youngsters, at the bird feeder. That's the first time I've seen them since last fall.<div><br /></div><div>And the Tree Swallows are back at the little red birdhouse, also the first time I have seen them this year. One of them is most likely the parent of the baby birds that died last year when the other parent who was feeding them was killed.</div><div><br /></div><div>It makes me happy that mom or dad found a new mate.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Jessie Project is still progressing slowly. Lots of sun and wind and temperature changes make for a very noisy house. Now that it is warming up a bit again, I am letting her out in the morning when it is still cold, convincing her to come in to eat (when I can) and then just leaving her out there for the rest of the day until the sun goes down.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHglMRqUYHvdeqEohnKKgJZSNcTXqHjeRwfcTFtQA7vOgacvblJoPUItMektA31Ftr3t6U7le5rvPPjnv2OzKtfY7XCMs_ixL1ui-WIg-d8fyyMWODgA218XuxeGEhf3AQVGXAPBPH_iCI1ve7Dj51YucezjWT3oCeW0qxH7kv3di3I5Hm2iF03wTsHze8" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHglMRqUYHvdeqEohnKKgJZSNcTXqHjeRwfcTFtQA7vOgacvblJoPUItMektA31Ftr3t6U7le5rvPPjnv2OzKtfY7XCMs_ixL1ui-WIg-d8fyyMWODgA218XuxeGEhf3AQVGXAPBPH_iCI1ve7Dj51YucezjWT3oCeW0qxH7kv3di3I5Hm2iF03wTsHze8=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>Cyrus and I go out to visit, and play, and they (not I) do zoomies around the yard, and/or lay in the sun when there is some. I was keeping her entertained with her Tumbler toy (which is actually a Kong Wobbler, not Tumbler :) but just a few moments in the snow made it fill up with little snowballs to the point where the cookie bits don't come out anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fixable problem. And the snow is melting.<br /><p></p></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-74210673529741934482024-02-13T14:51:00.002-05:002024-02-13T14:51:44.944-05:00No snow. Just clouds.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjexQsXfZjFUZG0qmfa-iJGL26Y2JA9KZ6uFcIQDcTSuBPHpJ6CrDnS7SQi2lRAz93NR44UWZ2bbqt_Hj9iGQFA8_6bXfwEyZWUtA5JX0Q7P7oIkvDRaD5FXu5G4dQhHT_f7XZCLGgDzaTQIxlXOXcTKGndcCM4oadcO53zjYs4AIEVF9qrhiMaoGeH8cg-" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjexQsXfZjFUZG0qmfa-iJGL26Y2JA9KZ6uFcIQDcTSuBPHpJ6CrDnS7SQi2lRAz93NR44UWZ2bbqt_Hj9iGQFA8_6bXfwEyZWUtA5JX0Q7P7oIkvDRaD5FXu5G4dQhHT_f7XZCLGgDzaTQIxlXOXcTKGndcCM4oadcO53zjYs4AIEVF9qrhiMaoGeH8cg-=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsRNFMbWVJRIrCQ4Dt9gTFicgoalN3TF6PRwIIEMR57pkTuLC15sQ6TATmTzwZHDq0xYgeW8L2Uc1UJak2tvnraPjsKm7gpd53sNuDZxh92Gm6IAM5VMLCFzaOVkjdO5NWP4-FWr_A12UnFr4ceYFmpILI1M2IHAxCj8wNyn6YnypetHgNNhPoqSQDV7JD" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2891" data-original-width="3855" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsRNFMbWVJRIrCQ4Dt9gTFicgoalN3TF6PRwIIEMR57pkTuLC15sQ6TATmTzwZHDq0xYgeW8L2Uc1UJak2tvnraPjsKm7gpd53sNuDZxh92Gm6IAM5VMLCFzaOVkjdO5NWP4-FWr_A12UnFr4ceYFmpILI1M2IHAxCj8wNyn6YnypetHgNNhPoqSQDV7JD" width="320" /></a></div>The big winter storm avoided us. I remember some of the Jersey folks complaining about no snow last year...I think you are getting it now.<p></p><p>We have these amazing clouds, a bit of sun, and plenty of wind—which means Miss Jess is hanging outside because it is too noisy inside for her.</p><p>She has her Tumbler toy with cookie bits in it to keep her amused. And she is.<br /></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-61208291553610444642024-02-11T15:05:00.004-05:002024-02-11T15:07:51.959-05:00Hope and Donna<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgz94-vHWo4Hl_8nOkOt2LWwdqOpQPji81QK2RKUr7gNSrD73rUFGT_1aiNOFfE2iLMEGhwF5pYLbInZnfRj3AfCxzmNmU5gx2XGYWPVTBUxo_qyv5ebbSKcWPqc7BXu0ik9Cx-HL6XY-rbH3XYYT5SDEIg79J2bgqcwRMmyS7947A1ZU9yz_Kk9i4Wv2Ss" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3251" data-original-width="2954" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgz94-vHWo4Hl_8nOkOt2LWwdqOpQPji81QK2RKUr7gNSrD73rUFGT_1aiNOFfE2iLMEGhwF5pYLbInZnfRj3AfCxzmNmU5gx2XGYWPVTBUxo_qyv5ebbSKcWPqc7BXu0ik9Cx-HL6XY-rbH3XYYT5SDEIg79J2bgqcwRMmyS7947A1ZU9yz_Kk9i4Wv2Ss=w581-h640" width="581" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinqx9L43w20GAO0xlc0hwiR3C4rj_en41seGPUCWwXO5Klv98374M7PN9w9EBmMUW3xaLkdbiEPw8J90PCAdM_gtSumpMdPG2LGfJrIw2aw6j3FSQtWC6JKnpKbm6eapsGvYJ3A-hpoc0cU6WkjnVTju3QHY2HL2bmxwmOjw0wZgAzP-2XdAovknwL-ze9" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinqx9L43w20GAO0xlc0hwiR3C4rj_en41seGPUCWwXO5Klv98374M7PN9w9EBmMUW3xaLkdbiEPw8J90PCAdM_gtSumpMdPG2LGfJrIw2aw6j3FSQtWC6JKnpKbm6eapsGvYJ3A-hpoc0cU6WkjnVTju3QHY2HL2bmxwmOjw0wZgAzP-2XdAovknwL-ze9=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>The photo above is the usual reaction I get when I call in the Jessie—maybe just maybe she will look in my direction—and then turn away again. Today was the very first time in almost 3 months here that she came in the house with Cyrus after I let them out in the morning.<p></p><p>I didn't even call her. </p><p>There is hope on the horizon!</p><p>And this second photo is the elusive Husband with the latest addition to the goat herd, Donna. He assisted in her birth on Friday because I was too busy having lunch with Tara. Does that make him the goat midhusband? :)</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-82834260127233387202024-02-06T15:32:00.003-05:002024-02-06T15:35:04.132-05:00The sun<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDHpTEPHD9HeM4BG_vLQKAq0chB-XXhIriKiAA-FyPQBcYjpRuh3fpVjRpK6-KRAc_H03J4bBZ1HsnSUd5zBG5Nu-hirJi-d7XK42LDwDADjSl9YXAJGVbKXC0X6Nw18VqaX1xOqJw7yadz40SLYT7HFl6it3NLxuXIk1gthBXu7a10cP_BV8F1MUDLv-f" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDHpTEPHD9HeM4BG_vLQKAq0chB-XXhIriKiAA-FyPQBcYjpRuh3fpVjRpK6-KRAc_H03J4bBZ1HsnSUd5zBG5Nu-hirJi-d7XK42LDwDADjSl9YXAJGVbKXC0X6Nw18VqaX1xOqJw7yadz40SLYT7HFl6it3NLxuXIk1gthBXu7a10cP_BV8F1MUDLv-f=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjosFgmGT88MgZjM0AFvp8SjcUpt5LpOY8gIpNH7qGPA4HeKRF1MkGs9tVxpxrFXfW_p_wouWbLdE1TOJ_yuAVHsvm0qECuZljdZBArc8S6Jfey8RIYoCluvuiTpUDj8CZ3ptMNKZlJPLNXpCY9DUS6UB_EtvzKJQC53MSElB_iTBg0VCG3QF6otHyeiFYA" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="408" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjosFgmGT88MgZjM0AFvp8SjcUpt5LpOY8gIpNH7qGPA4HeKRF1MkGs9tVxpxrFXfW_p_wouWbLdE1TOJ_yuAVHsvm0qECuZljdZBArc8S6Jfey8RIYoCluvuiTpUDj8CZ3ptMNKZlJPLNXpCY9DUS6UB_EtvzKJQC53MSElB_iTBg0VCG3QF6otHyeiFYA=w277-h400" width="277" /></a></div>Two days of sun and the pretty snow is almost gone. But now we have a new problem—the hot sun against the cold windows makes cracking sounds that are completely freaking out the nervous pooch.<p></p><p>I have been leaving Jessie outside the past 2 sunny days because, even with white noise playing loudly from my phone or the computer as close to her ears as possible, she still jumps, shivers, pees a bit, every time there is a sudden sound. Even outside, if she is too close to the house, she will run off when they crack.</p><p>She is mostly content to hang outside, following the sun around the yard. I am the one who feels bad.</p><p>We had visitors as the sun was setting yesterday—our somewhat new, almost neighbors, Dmitri and Caroline.</p><p>Dmitri is a professional photographer and took some photos out in the goat pen that we haven't seen yet. Caroline is not a professional, but managed to get this great shot of Jack and little Matilda.<br /></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-27980775480347529872024-02-01T15:11:00.006-05:002024-02-01T15:29:14.625-05:00Pretty snow, goats and Otis<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSc38tSvFW3_W426wyYr0_g1e3rIXKf8FRQArGvG-nKSdAFzfcwE0K0itFTt4lPextD7WLQHFNshKiwRM-7OOnBGlwMV6eWHOZZYQ4tKnOw9AngNPEHZN3VCTiJC6ibN_zypB5u16TBT_tdHXvwrTSY44x7E7SlFyEWPBzEqGITjfpjHiau7QbKQKj-wvd" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSc38tSvFW3_W426wyYr0_g1e3rIXKf8FRQArGvG-nKSdAFzfcwE0K0itFTt4lPextD7WLQHFNshKiwRM-7OOnBGlwMV6eWHOZZYQ4tKnOw9AngNPEHZN3VCTiJC6ibN_zypB5u16TBT_tdHXvwrTSY44x7E7SlFyEWPBzEqGITjfpjHiau7QbKQKj-wvd=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFJ66oQSanK_SlKYVhLYcO505xM8JASaAbfhJYcc8mKm8VelLYHkCu8vPekkxhOlKloE2kUHzE4C3Yuge6cbvEcQaSj-tCYvvO4nvqfHmRl7YZX2k_M43hzSzYNUQ1tCrTcBGuYb0uBYMby4dI4WFPgSvJGt8p8VeDNMWNXWvI2KgAawtnc66rNjvKuLbD" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="1605" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFJ66oQSanK_SlKYVhLYcO505xM8JASaAbfhJYcc8mKm8VelLYHkCu8vPekkxhOlKloE2kUHzE4C3Yuge6cbvEcQaSj-tCYvvO4nvqfHmRl7YZX2k_M43hzSzYNUQ1tCrTcBGuYb0uBYMby4dI4WFPgSvJGt8p8VeDNMWNXWvI2KgAawtnc66rNjvKuLbD=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>The snow always looks pretty coming down in those big flakes, especially (maybe only) if you don't have to go anywhere. <p></p><p>We had pretty snow on Sunday, for The Husband's birthday. We celebrated his birthday with dinner on Friday at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thebuzzflycreek/" target="_blank">The Buzz</a> in Fly Creek. He washed down dinner with an Old Smokey—an Old Fashioned (bourbon and bitters)—served in a glass with a big chunk of ice, on a wood board, under a glass dome filled with smoke. Quite the presentation!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7prpnn3IakUp8Y0Ak03PyQ26mG5SxPFic0xJ80OJsaWwaIBX4Z0gFDlA2ruPLXlQDhOCPS9Y8FT8LPnT2BTM6MiGzdJSS4vCEjzhb6G5oIz6wdja_rdJYcxikD2W1GGP1tRKqpKFwNm72WWD0c8RV3gLGaPS3fju1XiBcp2MWJzpE3kF2sE_kPuZ9FqDa" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1328" data-original-width="841" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7prpnn3IakUp8Y0Ak03PyQ26mG5SxPFic0xJ80OJsaWwaIBX4Z0gFDlA2ruPLXlQDhOCPS9Y8FT8LPnT2BTM6MiGzdJSS4vCEjzhb6G5oIz6wdja_rdJYcxikD2W1GGP1tRKqpKFwNm72WWD0c8RV3gLGaPS3fju1XiBcp2MWJzpE3kF2sE_kPuZ9FqDa=w405-h640" width="405" /></a></div>Most of the outside animals don't seem to mind the snow. The goat kids are at that age where they are having a blast bouncing around and chasing each other. I think the humans and animals all agree that mud sucks, snow rocks.<p></p><p>Otis, our outdoor kitty, wasn't minding the snow as much as he was feeling the pain of losing a fight with some other critter. He usually hangs out in our garage, but still goes out hunting mousies (and big fat rats!) even in the snow. </p><p>Apparently he encountered something larger than a big fat rat who gave him a beating.</p><p>Nothing a $300 trip to the vet can't cure. He is trapped (until Monday) in a big dog crate in the garage until we can get him back to the vet to have the drain removed from the abscess on his leg. Poor Otis!</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-12997587308359911912024-01-20T15:31:00.004-05:002024-01-20T15:36:36.404-05:004 degrees<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj43qqh5vWzgwyF6VkzkwTgDTWWQN-xEvvKeoLe42iwwUcmgWqiFdRk-YBt26qRWOWxzSTxYZh3DRjgJbPEX_3ebc1NbdIRNXtnCw4MxvpGupyLuWbdeO5R_yatYhF7jiOLQSD1vfZ_7AQF7eMou5_Q1fiMlpcpkbHAeZf385n2JY39O_6mBaOnLIZeyjy5" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1970" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj43qqh5vWzgwyF6VkzkwTgDTWWQN-xEvvKeoLe42iwwUcmgWqiFdRk-YBt26qRWOWxzSTxYZh3DRjgJbPEX_3ebc1NbdIRNXtnCw4MxvpGupyLuWbdeO5R_yatYhF7jiOLQSD1vfZ_7AQF7eMou5_Q1fiMlpcpkbHAeZf385n2JY39O_6mBaOnLIZeyjy5=w640-h474" width="640" /></a></div>We are still making progress every day. I had a nice chat with Sarah the trainer at the shelter where we got Jessie. She said because Jessie was kept in an outside pen for the first 2 years of her life, that is where she is most comfortable. She will probably come in on her own when she gets too cold.<p></p><p>Today I was going to try to leave her out there until she made that decision, but it was 4 degrees. She did come right up on the porch after only a few minutes, but still just sat there and came no closer even when I called her. She went back and forth a few times from the porch to playing outside until I finally caved and (pretty easily) caught her. Only 40 minutes! Yay!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGnQi-Rj5tC8hjlljEV8D2RgB6wgHJbO4Uw2IFcORVzdM14Yne1kYs5ZxCbLgAyyCDEs6zbDvtOL_lRJVFqtq_HoM2SBl6LorKJX5-D3kJgbwQImPBrQ0aulWvtvhUleUPCdqbnV7wGNRcO0KAw6XAGl9Yal17A7BWJUXmyEyE2FVANYLkRQaBbTSvVy3s" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGnQi-Rj5tC8hjlljEV8D2RgB6wgHJbO4Uw2IFcORVzdM14Yne1kYs5ZxCbLgAyyCDEs6zbDvtOL_lRJVFqtq_HoM2SBl6LorKJX5-D3kJgbwQImPBrQ0aulWvtvhUleUPCdqbnV7wGNRcO0KAw6XAGl9Yal17A7BWJUXmyEyE2FVANYLkRQaBbTSvVy3s=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Now we can get to work on some of her other issues. She has no fear of outside noises, but unexpected inside sounds make her hide and shake with fear. One safe place is under the computer desk in between the 2 speakers with a YouTube video of pouring rain to drown out the windows making cracking sounds in the wind. </p><p>Right this minute she is upstairs by herself hiding from the wind. At least she is all warm and cozy on her little bed with the dryer running to cover any other sounds...</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-83872627476444769372024-01-13T15:10:00.018-05:002024-01-13T15:50:46.976-05:00My difficult child<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLlICR1NoKO3z5aIlHty1v-4jsyLlh850_LAIJ5ndz3mjUKnMYkXdaLV-_Vfm-IeTSmBrDDFfj-RPkZHAYk76oTQFBSozJ21FqweaOPvKlu-1opSwBgsGgRTKVBsvkBOABA2E1ywAL9fi9VVQAbv68A7xOzjusncb8GVyuFjxWrmA-byiP49fvZnbyhhfF" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLlICR1NoKO3z5aIlHty1v-4jsyLlh850_LAIJ5ndz3mjUKnMYkXdaLV-_Vfm-IeTSmBrDDFfj-RPkZHAYk76oTQFBSozJ21FqweaOPvKlu-1opSwBgsGgRTKVBsvkBOABA2E1ywAL9fi9VVQAbv68A7xOzjusncb8GVyuFjxWrmA-byiP49fvZnbyhhfF=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div>It has been exactly 2 months since we brought Jessie home. That should have been enough time for her to adjust to her new spoiled life, but no, she still needs some work.<p></p><p>Coming back into the house is her biggest problem. She has refused to come back in ever since that first cold rainy nasty night when I missed one of The Hub's gigs because the little wanderer was out there for 5 hours avoiding me.</p><p>There was a week or so where she would go into a smaller garden fence and wait to be captured, but then she changed her mind about making it so easy.</p><p>For a while I could let Cyrus out to play with her (previous post) and then he would "catch her".</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEho5NeB2gYxNb6n6Y9lGuMdly3EmBKx_IA6QX1I29iquznauV5AUJWL9EJWERydi48DuOskR-zYVeDCtjCk4sLjc0vkalgSiZKpyNY9oRi04Z7rpRznjoQPSs_0llvRLfyMqLfdJUQtOoy_EenXKYwqmC3zI9h3CgCpGNY8Rb13TIQIOOSXFWjQM-I7y5Pr" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="3282" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEho5NeB2gYxNb6n6Y9lGuMdly3EmBKx_IA6QX1I29iquznauV5AUJWL9EJWERydi48DuOskR-zYVeDCtjCk4sLjc0vkalgSiZKpyNY9oRi04Z7rpRznjoQPSs_0llvRLfyMqLfdJUQtOoy_EenXKYwqmC3zI9h3CgCpGNY8Rb13TIQIOOSXFWjQM-I7y5Pr" width="320" /></a></div><p>She has been dragging a long leash since about the second week. I was able to grab the end of it, until we got snow. Now she is smart enough to know exactly how long the leash is, and exactly where it is behind her. </p><p>I have tried offering food—tiny pieces of dog biscuits, kielbasa, cheese, chicken, or big plates of our dinner, her dinner... At least now she almost always comes running for it (progress!). She will come close enough to get the food, even take it from my hand, but then she charges off if I even look at her (middle pics).</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4k8xdEsTcJPD8B-xYcwUOygv0xvGvkD7_42WdYKGZFsBl8OrZAJa_VzcQNOcipcrBXPCbD9cmWXsnDTb7qMB18iRoIdfC7E1ulKNm8nR4RAaffq1j_qCTvihqZmRjaXyhAWIH_goVzbb9ayswK5qFpuKeoJHeHaAwUx8AttV4lfl6DORWZfIGN3q8wOsq" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="3248" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4k8xdEsTcJPD8B-xYcwUOygv0xvGvkD7_42WdYKGZFsBl8OrZAJa_VzcQNOcipcrBXPCbD9cmWXsnDTb7qMB18iRoIdfC7E1ulKNm8nR4RAaffq1j_qCTvihqZmRjaXyhAWIH_goVzbb9ayswK5qFpuKeoJHeHaAwUx8AttV4lfl6DORWZfIGN3q8wOsq" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div>We have colder weather on the way. I left her out there at 7:20 am this morning when it was about 44° and barely raining. Then it rained harder for about an hour. She did come up on the porch several times. She was 3 feet from the inside door, bits of kielbasa on the floor, but she would leave them and run off as soon as I opened the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I finally ignored her long enough to have breakfast, the sun had come out and she was back to sitting in one of her safe spots by the fence (top pic). It was almost 10 am when I finally gave up and went out with Cyrus to get her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cyrus and I are both exhausted. We are definitely not used to this much early morning activity.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7Q2ToJNHduv6BitMEH49BBlk9J0CC4xs9KSF13HLUNk3WKsv6x3xsuJuMHFF4CyDwGkYqnWVb9IFUrGWgIGsffi2_Uh9onHkY8tTKafCYtSvLNdRn5KuS2j1dxVGmZx1savxa4nQ8G7xt05R6rLD2-RuqCH0Tf1ZF0s8rWSjfxcpmiDrHGmRwgdQ_L5fL" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2704" data-original-width="3474" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7Q2ToJNHduv6BitMEH49BBlk9J0CC4xs9KSF13HLUNk3WKsv6x3xsuJuMHFF4CyDwGkYqnWVb9IFUrGWgIGsffi2_Uh9onHkY8tTKafCYtSvLNdRn5KuS2j1dxVGmZx1savxa4nQ8G7xt05R6rLD2-RuqCH0Tf1ZF0s8rWSjfxcpmiDrHGmRwgdQ_L5fL=w640-h499" width="640" /></a><br /><p></p></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-75732510564612786962023-12-31T11:51:00.000-05:002023-12-31T11:51:02.257-05:00Party girl<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKLqN90goxsaZ0y7L_1psSt_kbK8Vh4T7DmxZ4g6w2zzk6XBrkmVR5UpXYYWtVqOegK5KpsDDQRZ_Trj4W9BLecxtpHh4xFHUl84VXckarjoThe9cuEuOPWn-mKAelmFqtxJxL_QwB-DE-vvRxUg7hxP1TDZLZyIrcARaY5xqN9ZB5IWXi2xnm5sOoDSvn" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2237" data-original-width="3986" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKLqN90goxsaZ0y7L_1psSt_kbK8Vh4T7DmxZ4g6w2zzk6XBrkmVR5UpXYYWtVqOegK5KpsDDQRZ_Trj4W9BLecxtpHh4xFHUl84VXckarjoThe9cuEuOPWn-mKAelmFqtxJxL_QwB-DE-vvRxUg7hxP1TDZLZyIrcARaY5xqN9ZB5IWXi2xnm5sOoDSvn=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFIuGS0-B4EsrJYQo2EuO998PridL1HLxLky020IR1ayTrrAWWKSQBCTzyrdP605wLd7NsImxPr3q87KdGqVser5KBSYUdF5Tr-5JMJkocsCPoGsq9xnYwZ4nPPNBKiX_6EL9z05sh7XD1juM_tNSvCahCjRLqG3Qlzyaen-C0immMgEeuY1XupP4Eh_3J" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="1508" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFIuGS0-B4EsrJYQo2EuO998PridL1HLxLky020IR1ayTrrAWWKSQBCTzyrdP605wLd7NsImxPr3q87KdGqVser5KBSYUdF5Tr-5JMJkocsCPoGsq9xnYwZ4nPPNBKiX_6EL9z05sh7XD1juM_tNSvCahCjRLqG3Qlzyaen-C0immMgEeuY1XupP4Eh_3J" width="320" /></a></div>It only took 6 weeks and a reduction in the amount of anti-anxiety meds she was getting for Jessie to emerge. I said yesterday that Cyrus was doing a great job of getting her to play with him. Today I think he was surprised by who showed up in the playground.<div><br /></div><div>The party girl is ready to celebrate a new year with her new friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy New Year to all!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhn9GK2YKp0u7FTnD5K1i4FcvxXpY9KP-eKDqzU_phwOWErCgcupVP6mFh86IjkP-9Dh-YeKE4AYo9aiXN3WbmpcM9DyNe4DZEiF28nvDOESXhoq2wLxBaDoo9xsW_yOCyCjUL53BOQAu1bAGCKEWsbxYTUIXVUWvzaLb7aqahbWBS7NFKSaK9gp7c58y3P" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="2556" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhn9GK2YKp0u7FTnD5K1i4FcvxXpY9KP-eKDqzU_phwOWErCgcupVP6mFh86IjkP-9Dh-YeKE4AYo9aiXN3WbmpcM9DyNe4DZEiF28nvDOESXhoq2wLxBaDoo9xsW_yOCyCjUL53BOQAu1bAGCKEWsbxYTUIXVUWvzaLb7aqahbWBS7NFKSaK9gp7c58y3P=w640-h296" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-2808255542302027702023-12-30T14:03:00.007-05:002023-12-30T14:15:14.144-05:00Bluebirds and The Jessie Project<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf-xtcs9FMb4IelC9wkGqZimnhGkbif7p4Fr4X5gNpctuPED-3oLy7Bhf7uHj-wW1Q-Ubp0EgK_lutr-SM5LAoHr2aTVrA6bbI_rD1xZZ7SlfUSwqFaJRt2PYksp4ltS27Z4ZTPGlHM1GCuc7meXTiLn4D8XUD0IOB93nVsOqK0pst6oNUseYN2d0824mX" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2318" data-original-width="3091" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf-xtcs9FMb4IelC9wkGqZimnhGkbif7p4Fr4X5gNpctuPED-3oLy7Bhf7uHj-wW1Q-Ubp0EgK_lutr-SM5LAoHr2aTVrA6bbI_rD1xZZ7SlfUSwqFaJRt2PYksp4ltS27Z4ZTPGlHM1GCuc7meXTiLn4D8XUD0IOB93nVsOqK0pst6oNUseYN2d0824mX=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGLHOLEm_Y7OLrxAmTgFx5TBvLxB3f0_1Ges_RiQkHI0jBPn6IxAnViwWY1H4Igt9L5HQKhn2k4hMU0kjF8t9fie1aqmJKjhOPQsaFQtqrZbR99h46X_gqRyhl7QwdTh7v2-zpEyCdgwVWQBRz_mk-_x4qyZ5RWFppfEMuiVnYX2uBKdiPjEyVt7Dk83S-" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3654" data-original-width="2740" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGLHOLEm_Y7OLrxAmTgFx5TBvLxB3f0_1Ges_RiQkHI0jBPn6IxAnViwWY1H4Igt9L5HQKhn2k4hMU0kjF8t9fie1aqmJKjhOPQsaFQtqrZbR99h46X_gqRyhl7QwdTh7v2-zpEyCdgwVWQBRz_mk-_x4qyZ5RWFppfEMuiVnYX2uBKdiPjEyVt7Dk83S-=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>This was supposed to be all about Jessie, but then these 4 bluebirds showed up to check out the housing options late this morning. I do see them every once in awhile, but it is especially rare to see them here at the end of December.<div><br /></div><div>Jessie is working on her posing for the camera. She is doing very well overall, though she is still somewhat fearful of Tim. She barks when he comes in the door, goes down the stairs, coughs... (Did I mention we tested positive for COVID on Wednesday? Both of us are pretty much all better now.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Jessie is still dragging the long leash outside. Still refusing to come back in no matter the weather or time of day. I can't even catch her with the long leash unless I have Cyrus to help.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cyrus is doing a great job of getting her to play with him. I think her sweet personality is finally coming through.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_ZgNB7PqJrVmBNOZHip17Yl3BwOuRwGMit30KHlqnyi85jRA7ZV8N7uMheDDkSMy-okMxRJMfUoWmeoRQiRT2TAGrBj6youukU6btD82T7FnRfwRdveMiq6AC0m9gUX53SSa03c8-J8Y-aEBOXpSntn9F_az4Nf39OCTGB4GgRDyiPp0Qzy5wycaUCEGH" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3947" data-original-width="2960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_ZgNB7PqJrVmBNOZHip17Yl3BwOuRwGMit30KHlqnyi85jRA7ZV8N7uMheDDkSMy-okMxRJMfUoWmeoRQiRT2TAGrBj6youukU6btD82T7FnRfwRdveMiq6AC0m9gUX53SSa03c8-J8Y-aEBOXpSntn9F_az4Nf39OCTGB4GgRDyiPp0Qzy5wycaUCEGH=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div><p></p></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-90506627816530924762023-12-26T15:27:00.000-05:002023-12-26T15:27:30.626-05:00Sky writers return and the Birdbuddy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7b4623TxQNBh003YjkSEZjo9fvqhld13Tg-V0QM62CoNPkC3dWLJ-mpY3On2dp9jrWUo4Wtyf6aDqe3F0sqJ-GEQBWnLMFyCslpI5-YphXimg_GCmGn7AZ_5YF7_3AenCgp1tU_Trxb51-m-KEJqMnjTLzquIxzw3HvOYnRXT4Gs3yHRFWLvaxHSLGqgS" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7b4623TxQNBh003YjkSEZjo9fvqhld13Tg-V0QM62CoNPkC3dWLJ-mpY3On2dp9jrWUo4Wtyf6aDqe3F0sqJ-GEQBWnLMFyCslpI5-YphXimg_GCmGn7AZ_5YF7_3AenCgp1tU_Trxb51-m-KEJqMnjTLzquIxzw3HvOYnRXT4Gs3yHRFWLvaxHSLGqgS=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div>This time there was a single sky writer repeating his lines across the morning sky. I usually see them just before sunset,<p></p><p>After a summer break, the Birdbuddy bird feeder with camera returned in October when the birds might actually need some additional food—and there is less chance of a bear finding it.</p><p>Plus we needed a break from the squirrel who was clearing out all the sunflower seed as fast as I could fill it.</p><p>Just now there were no birds at the feeder because there was what I think was a Sharp-Shinned Hawk watching carefully. As soon as he took off, within a minute, they all returned.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCgPYWTCngSzJMPGzsHzpcr09TqwvIcCW2DMJNio3v6OUw7o5glS70UMPRY471-qNCW681PfI21oZPLubZ8qi6izipQVNFSvjETfB5bnwtAqFOr9pbVBK0PmshSxaW1jUfq7ROru7T3oZCv_pU0f-AVFZmq5b0GQLaD1E66rl0NSEV_UE_Eh4UQHFSnEzj" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCgPYWTCngSzJMPGzsHzpcr09TqwvIcCW2DMJNio3v6OUw7o5glS70UMPRY471-qNCW681PfI21oZPLubZ8qi6izipQVNFSvjETfB5bnwtAqFOr9pbVBK0PmshSxaW1jUfq7ROru7T3oZCv_pU0f-AVFZmq5b0GQLaD1E66rl0NSEV_UE_Eh4UQHFSnEzj=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEoGUsGYxKFPY1TUZn-yZgZe5b9HfxImJKHM-6HP2B_rYphPInLB9NAmUQDjVknLrmMAHv92XTkBveRbiWFULk956xxg-7M0YNvqpMOO3T9RvyYhibPSngRNYqJmyXaAYVf5Yp_TUOZ4X_1HTTjtbJY9RAqDbu8-1V8Iggo8IA51U3oZASgm2zBszSqeg6" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEoGUsGYxKFPY1TUZn-yZgZe5b9HfxImJKHM-6HP2B_rYphPInLB9NAmUQDjVknLrmMAHv92XTkBveRbiWFULk956xxg-7M0YNvqpMOO3T9RvyYhibPSngRNYqJmyXaAYVf5Yp_TUOZ4X_1HTTjtbJY9RAqDbu8-1V8Iggo8IA51U3oZASgm2zBszSqeg6=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of the little chickadees that was in both of the photos above.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-45132160476266661562023-12-25T16:03:00.001-05:002023-12-25T16:03:13.741-05:00Have a very Merry Christmas!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggEHGs6KvO006Xvei2j1awI3zvBecOv7Lx5Ewlr-ar5iNah2XSfRfeoOt5cMQ9CPGoiJlfRhLCADTjR8sjQd4knXoYJ8elzQuNmEPqDrv73b_pQyRBOVVQ3PFmzdZte9mfK6W3gvTq_5gri9x2awXD6hVavb70cycwc5IvRKmo23r8V_iq7BDhLbueCtTx" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggEHGs6KvO006Xvei2j1awI3zvBecOv7Lx5Ewlr-ar5iNah2XSfRfeoOt5cMQ9CPGoiJlfRhLCADTjR8sjQd4knXoYJ8elzQuNmEPqDrv73b_pQyRBOVVQ3PFmzdZte9mfK6W3gvTq_5gri9x2awXD6hVavb70cycwc5IvRKmo23r8V_iq7BDhLbueCtTx=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNQZ16PdHFpiXpsC3pMSrA6zXJQ8FLwt5SHLxGGlmskJ6amdOXZL08DkU6yGepR5uFE_ALd5xe1jqEQ5OKN559cFz9CPGkJGXdeTa0YVtStHOKt6KPwpSGkM9qdIot8dUzVCOpiI9W-1M3BVS6A2yhkDO3Yoilyht6dLVdNOU40pnW51N1w8b_63uo5uz" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2532" data-original-width="3024" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNQZ16PdHFpiXpsC3pMSrA6zXJQ8FLwt5SHLxGGlmskJ6amdOXZL08DkU6yGepR5uFE_ALd5xe1jqEQ5OKN559cFz9CPGkJGXdeTa0YVtStHOKt6KPwpSGkM9qdIot8dUzVCOpiI9W-1M3BVS6A2yhkDO3Yoilyht6dLVdNOU40pnW51N1w8b_63uo5uz=w400-h334" width="400" /></a></div>Not a blue Christmas...a very sunny and beautiful Christmas!<p></p><p>Best wishes one and all!<br /> </p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-84902392864904916382023-12-18T12:21:00.004-05:002023-12-18T12:29:28.344-05:00Snow would be better<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpzoXVkSRoB9w26cmWwSYOYEiWi1a7UikRWaQtNADwBjHySzI6hFizxmotV_N_yXh2TwxYjbFX0TzqgJCfST9Fw31rF0pE9Zq7FqygejrbC2ZpC8xn_s5lzRbmm_Ljc22qtdh0YmJrXFm6HOA3p6iw0-v1SZ_frtEkieMHJQVpD1wgzPv-OA0aNY2iF_cK" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpzoXVkSRoB9w26cmWwSYOYEiWi1a7UikRWaQtNADwBjHySzI6hFizxmotV_N_yXh2TwxYjbFX0TzqgJCfST9Fw31rF0pE9Zq7FqygejrbC2ZpC8xn_s5lzRbmm_Ljc22qtdh0YmJrXFm6HOA3p6iw0-v1SZ_frtEkieMHJQVpD1wgzPv-OA0aNY2iF_cK=w640-h480" width="640" /></a>Our back 40 was drenched overnight. The Herkimer Creek is not normally visible from the house except for little views here and there. This is the third time this moving water took over the whole lower field. In 2011 it backed up into our perimeter drain and flooded the basement. The drain has disapppeared over the years, hopefully covered enough by soil and weeds now that I don't think the water will come in again.</p><p>For all those who thought we should build the house closer to the creek, instead of on higher ground where we are, here is our reason. </p><p>This photo was from 7 am. The water is receding. Bring on the cold and the snow, please!</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-42858818268678500972023-12-17T15:44:00.003-05:002023-12-17T15:45:56.771-05:00Why do they write in the sky?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEBbW8-ni1oOnKTN4ln_tKLAz5P_cdPJKQVdkbG5Qi0MpscawcMpJamt5dYPSA-wWpJQVWfojcZploTfFnDobkLl70MTi1Un_uivbX0PLEqnFMq7Ln0A6zsrEVsosRbN46KwZr_4FQ_Hvo3T3njvPfjlOZEFp5Aeuik-X604aL_RzwWpPoBdTCZuRCVvXp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2253" data-original-width="3938" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEBbW8-ni1oOnKTN4ln_tKLAz5P_cdPJKQVdkbG5Qi0MpscawcMpJamt5dYPSA-wWpJQVWfojcZploTfFnDobkLl70MTi1Un_uivbX0PLEqnFMq7Ln0A6zsrEVsosRbN46KwZr_4FQ_Hvo3T3njvPfjlOZEFp5Aeuik-X604aL_RzwWpPoBdTCZuRCVvXp=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div>There were at least 4 skywriters decorating the sky yesterday afternoon. Fun to watch, but I just don't understand the thought behind it.<p></p><p>This second photo is from before we built the house. A perfect X over what would soon be the chicken coop. Most often it is too windy up there and they just disappear...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizUIQ7i-x9OmF6Dkc-n0u7LKvdzx8AIkVZO6IDR3_dXMFoZ0SRcT7dCniHeO0IrIRsPQCUU-YF5fwj9KMrwxZdwDTND4GI-2ISG9BkcrAXPKscPl7qLbEptU4yIQTJRxFbW8Vk-jEzNQ1WpbE4xxkZJGjHDn4vOLXrYBrPFw_D_H-VSPB6Ml8XR5CPgiaM" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="968" data-original-width="1290" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizUIQ7i-x9OmF6Dkc-n0u7LKvdzx8AIkVZO6IDR3_dXMFoZ0SRcT7dCniHeO0IrIRsPQCUU-YF5fwj9KMrwxZdwDTND4GI-2ISG9BkcrAXPKscPl7qLbEptU4yIQTJRxFbW8Vk-jEzNQ1WpbE4xxkZJGjHDn4vOLXrYBrPFw_D_H-VSPB6Ml8XR5CPgiaM=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-61599883379374709222023-12-15T13:50:00.003-05:002023-12-15T13:50:52.036-05:00One day at a time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDSVuckr-5hgosoVAJezJkAoJ5v39gCb8k0EZ0JfBFOaDCh4X73Q2Kg8PcCpV4MpI4wvradPu71-Ad1JAtECaiX2P0NPuVnJnwrRYy1jKxRdklmNXVGoMaABUD5sE0LFtBV-YNvl38IdJdM7kqWWzq_8ho46KUJgXKBMBl0A2Q0fI4a73BKwIoTcSv5NsR" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2878" data-original-width="3838" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDSVuckr-5hgosoVAJezJkAoJ5v39gCb8k0EZ0JfBFOaDCh4X73Q2Kg8PcCpV4MpI4wvradPu71-Ad1JAtECaiX2P0NPuVnJnwrRYy1jKxRdklmNXVGoMaABUD5sE0LFtBV-YNvl38IdJdM7kqWWzq_8ho46KUJgXKBMBl0A2Q0fI4a73BKwIoTcSv5NsR=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3cGXhOywk3thg5_iFT9TqQK6s25tyDEhyQ2v8TtfV3609ugITorwztyKafadOh-whaOeNAlIQBUvhHvbevj5CxtZ6Abh6QAuLC4yh-6s9X5PAtO8gxeRY79IqKGIuIjyJAegE81Ml0jOXz1u6zPMGzOMvs4s-ZZlviWAIxGZhgvNKoq_8IY4TdhTbmENm" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3cGXhOywk3thg5_iFT9TqQK6s25tyDEhyQ2v8TtfV3609ugITorwztyKafadOh-whaOeNAlIQBUvhHvbevj5CxtZ6Abh6QAuLC4yh-6s9X5PAtO8gxeRY79IqKGIuIjyJAegE81Ml0jOXz1u6zPMGzOMvs4s-ZZlviWAIxGZhgvNKoq_8IY4TdhTbmENm" width="320" /></a></div>It was 1 month ago that we brought this young lady to our home. I really thought she would fit in fairly quickly, like our other rescue dogs, but little nervous Nellie is taking a bit longer.<p></p><p>I am weaning her off of the anti-anxiety drugs that she was on at the shelter. I want to see how she acts as just her normal self. Every day we make progress. One step closer...a few steps back...</p><p>She is trying to be Cyrus's best friend, although he is impatient with her progress. Watch the video on Facebook to see how hard he is trying. :)</p><p>A week ago she decided to jump up on the sofa to sit with me. You can see she is still not sure she is supposed to be there, but you get credit for being so brave, Jessie!</p><p>We are still chasing her several times a day in the backyard fence with the long leash dragging. Yesterday she came up on the porch all by herself to come in, but when I opened the door she ran off again. She decided that same day that she might just be able to fit through the stock panel fence. I don't think her skinny self could fit through, but I bet she could get herself good and stuck!</p><p>MonkeyCat misses his buddy Woody. He is waiting for Jessie to befriend him as well, but while he's waiting he wanted to vie for the best poser award by sitting in the mandolin case.</p><p>Patience my boys. We're getting there.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-TOU8ltyFovWGBqyeI6ZKuaHzFRtuC4Pzhz_1tR9CAErNk9dHDXzzGwBn9xEVf364grgarw1CgCCCstfXgOaiuwruV92DGX63_im47MemPkbAA_ALg8AR8Ivp9E-fUa_CApL_U3E8JvxQwxkY5C4svnWWsizeZIraVXww0tlJ23IAqDZVu4XP6eT_UsT/s3440/monkeymando.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3440" data-original-width="2580" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-TOU8ltyFovWGBqyeI6ZKuaHzFRtuC4Pzhz_1tR9CAErNk9dHDXzzGwBn9xEVf364grgarw1CgCCCstfXgOaiuwruV92DGX63_im47MemPkbAA_ALg8AR8Ivp9E-fUa_CApL_U3E8JvxQwxkY5C4svnWWsizeZIraVXww0tlJ23IAqDZVu4XP6eT_UsT/w480-h640/monkeymando.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-51464884434975527072023-12-01T16:04:00.005-05:002023-12-01T16:07:42.786-05:00Jessie and the kids<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiptFW0w_R3urT9JxhR9FjKJUMEcX_Qk3NThhAx0WGptnSPPzw3mVO8DHghSCKGVAgV5wYLGhEE87AvH2HopfEIPeWJ08peBJKKaRcuxJx_1CWNVORTep-pKXUtqLJ4nbdEGvjWbXPmuQ6IXBzsq72aSePff6oF2J4-VH0iDjtmCQTpCQt9o5jbpL3Lw9WP" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3186" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiptFW0w_R3urT9JxhR9FjKJUMEcX_Qk3NThhAx0WGptnSPPzw3mVO8DHghSCKGVAgV5wYLGhEE87AvH2HopfEIPeWJ08peBJKKaRcuxJx_1CWNVORTep-pKXUtqLJ4nbdEGvjWbXPmuQ6IXBzsq72aSePff6oF2J4-VH0iDjtmCQTpCQt9o5jbpL3Lw9WP=w608-h640" width="608" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfTMeBLEsU92BTtf9mdzXAPtYrUmpDfTqqaLqZQk1a8HBkjAXQ_g6GPgNGhuWHAaeDRAoAxgQqmNefec1TDkX2IPj5WqGi2jhzxelDZo5CLNRFFsl_nTrbm8dQv4H4HIOHp8Lwd9n6tG8IAeRxayZW_prucNyqYrjcCRj5rIpmRhb92Otfp_C1G2Drr3rp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2074" data-original-width="2765" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfTMeBLEsU92BTtf9mdzXAPtYrUmpDfTqqaLqZQk1a8HBkjAXQ_g6GPgNGhuWHAaeDRAoAxgQqmNefec1TDkX2IPj5WqGi2jhzxelDZo5CLNRFFsl_nTrbm8dQv4H4HIOHp8Lwd9n6tG8IAeRxayZW_prucNyqYrjcCRj5rIpmRhb92Otfp_C1G2Drr3rp" width="320" /></a></div>Jessie is learning how to be the new best poser. The WoodMan excelled at being the main focus, but Cyrus doesn't care for the spotlight.<p></p><p>This pretty hound girl needs to work on 2 things other than her posing—coming in from outside, and eating her food when it is given to her. In the top pic, you will see her new name tag, ordered because when she is thinking about coming back in to the nice warm house, she is also testing her ability to jump the fence.<br /></p><p>The next one shows her lack of interest in eating her food (with meds) no matter how I doctor it up with wet food, cat food, people food...</p><p>Even the new poser was bumped from the last post by a surprise appearance of goat kids. A few more were born yesterday: Stella had one, Snow had one, and this last pic is Bridget with her 2 cuties.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtZ4PP80mCxvXeL96MYepUIz26qYJ8yl3nxGT3jgczCgd4taJXFn2w6hv8bkJKyUjDj34iyNe8xlKP_Yl835a0TsUYXTB9nutMl7hMDhVXpM5vsrn8Z4kO8byumelvjC9SSIO0GC-6-7x9Simq_AfJQHSZH8AbucLcLMpa3mnZKMOUkAfGmCUuEDYs93c/s3237/IMG_7617.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3237" data-original-width="2428" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtZ4PP80mCxvXeL96MYepUIz26qYJ8yl3nxGT3jgczCgd4taJXFn2w6hv8bkJKyUjDj34iyNe8xlKP_Yl835a0TsUYXTB9nutMl7hMDhVXpM5vsrn8Z4kO8byumelvjC9SSIO0GC-6-7x9Simq_AfJQHSZH8AbucLcLMpa3mnZKMOUkAfGmCUuEDYs93c/w480-h640/IMG_7617.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-30494697123507376462023-11-26T12:44:00.005-05:002023-11-26T12:49:16.204-05:00Surprise! We have goats.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZRzuM37NzivTYKpBJ1wuKAgUU736b3oiw8eOCLt3-8cwsWB6k3tXpvqC9XgpHMTQPWseNCkcbc8g4j5leU872huQxEYJrcTtGkjlqcC4S3trwkWL6Hvkn-C9QVawBYB-oCYQwldWwo2DPtwB_PC77VLZV2xnO1L8fD1rsz4nzKIbHTfx82IaNyphJtx5m" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZRzuM37NzivTYKpBJ1wuKAgUU736b3oiw8eOCLt3-8cwsWB6k3tXpvqC9XgpHMTQPWseNCkcbc8g4j5leU872huQxEYJrcTtGkjlqcC4S3trwkWL6Hvkn-C9QVawBYB-oCYQwldWwo2DPtwB_PC77VLZV2xnO1L8fD1rsz4nzKIbHTfx82IaNyphJtx5m=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div>Miss Lizzie caught us unprepared for the beginning of kidding season—they usually don't start appearing until late December or January. We admit our fault here, because we allow Walter Becker, our buck, free access to the ladies at all times. We are unable to keep him separated.<p></p><p>You outdid yourself this year, Walter!</p><p>Lizzie chose the small barn with no heat to have this guy. He was wet and chilly when we found him, so we brought him inside for a warm bath and dry off.</p><p>When we brought him back to the big warm barn, she followed us, but was reluctant to come inside while I was still there.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then Susan had these 2.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSMQYlzFOM2NpK1E4VZbQKedWF540kGvGOSOTQOr2OLR5FyWhi9E2j6fm6iEIXRViX0Aeg7oBc5ps6zo9FDeqxOcTViCNXcmjikIxbo1MJNtafXzSolMjBbBZV4TXvrrF4qq98ILIw1oFj0CeO8O548q1xmBIpriwmZvtvju0CrI2dzjzkyHXm83Yj3WoV" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2207" data-original-width="2997" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSMQYlzFOM2NpK1E4VZbQKedWF540kGvGOSOTQOr2OLR5FyWhi9E2j6fm6iEIXRViX0Aeg7oBc5ps6zo9FDeqxOcTViCNXcmjikIxbo1MJNtafXzSolMjBbBZV4TXvrrF4qq98ILIw1oFj0CeO8O548q1xmBIpriwmZvtvju0CrI2dzjzkyHXm83Yj3WoV=w640-h472" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCoWRTFrzaP72v1kwl33i2Y0J3XanRJFiw7G2-fm77e5Q4B-6Aq3N9Av-Gw6W-YSz5WIoNq23GZj1nHA-OdM6UsBk7Ss8uI9ooJAZmjD7fqXjRdCNTZrTaiyAMbl58yWr52i9GVbx_Y4qWnN-4GgAAl05pchRELLGRxR55TjWLe5NNFtj9niU4wiHZjd8e" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCoWRTFrzaP72v1kwl33i2Y0J3XanRJFiw7G2-fm77e5Q4B-6Aq3N9Av-Gw6W-YSz5WIoNq23GZj1nHA-OdM6UsBk7Ss8uI9ooJAZmjD7fqXjRdCNTZrTaiyAMbl58yWr52i9GVbx_Y4qWnN-4GgAAl05pchRELLGRxR55TjWLe5NNFtj9niU4wiHZjd8e=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>At about the same time, Rosie had these 2.<p></p><p>Karen the Goat Lady explained that the yellow coloring is from the little guy's poo when he was still inside. This pic is from <u>after</u> I cleaned him off with a towel. I didn't want to take him inside for a bath to take him away from her cleaning.</p><p>These were all born on Saturday.</p><p>The last pic is Rain giving us 2 today.</p><p>And Shirley (or Stella?) one of the twins, is out there working on a kid right now.</p><p>I'll keep you posted...<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvDW5PN2_qbMDZQGUdRiq0nOYwfXSRa0sbYIgKddcfK7WfRAQnAmYJUrCZhqykU41ktSepS7wlK9olxClh1XgRPK7jXKS2NvHoxb4pXkES1es1oMl1qx5gcavlYUQ25eI_SkQiiEDgoZV7m3FKQ0ISMA5M-ZCeZcosRcr3Dk4hmGDN2eXJoSa9LdfFe1aM" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2825" data-original-width="3767" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvDW5PN2_qbMDZQGUdRiq0nOYwfXSRa0sbYIgKddcfK7WfRAQnAmYJUrCZhqykU41ktSepS7wlK9olxClh1XgRPK7jXKS2NvHoxb4pXkES1es1oMl1qx5gcavlYUQ25eI_SkQiiEDgoZV7m3FKQ0ISMA5M-ZCeZcosRcr3Dk4hmGDN2eXJoSa9LdfFe1aM=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-69998164243570711842023-11-21T12:18:00.007-05:002023-11-21T12:36:15.261-05:00Welcome Sandy/Sweetheart/Jessie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeaBZeZHyHmPM70vcDjAcLXoQsXdvUw9WIhBS9GKiqLAVjZxu1HecBFUB8FlD9abIJKLOBxTGve5EI9LqHVgU8G-8B_IT6kisIemLg29M-1o10I_qTmPy_mM_KfUcjfUwQNI3CUIMmGRum_RB0Ugdb_nZ0UUjtnWf6zzkwB2kINUf3Jg61xif_vacvVZlC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1672" data-original-width="2033" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeaBZeZHyHmPM70vcDjAcLXoQsXdvUw9WIhBS9GKiqLAVjZxu1HecBFUB8FlD9abIJKLOBxTGve5EI9LqHVgU8G-8B_IT6kisIemLg29M-1o10I_qTmPy_mM_KfUcjfUwQNI3CUIMmGRum_RB0Ugdb_nZ0UUjtnWf6zzkwB2kINUf3Jg61xif_vacvVZlC=w640-h526" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinbuYa4l_HKyreviV2mMf4ErSUIPU5QsxbAmymAw135xSL5QvjTijTyGEYPz1jLTM4hmKv2aOCxU-RqM34o8Xq7oM5-TaSfAO0YQ5HbF_Dw4alEZZdNm9v6uzYZ7fhppYjDdOdbNTNrUMRBpYdYJcVgAD7rCvClu8hCfwXZJbhLnJVkbEgCqVpA0lBXnHS" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinbuYa4l_HKyreviV2mMf4ErSUIPU5QsxbAmymAw135xSL5QvjTijTyGEYPz1jLTM4hmKv2aOCxU-RqM34o8Xq7oM5-TaSfAO0YQ5HbF_Dw4alEZZdNm9v6uzYZ7fhppYjDdOdbNTNrUMRBpYdYJcVgAD7rCvClu8hCfwXZJbhLnJVkbEgCqVpA0lBXnHS=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div>We really didn't plan on getting another dog so soon after Woody left us, it just kind of happened. We are blaming Dr. Julie for sending us a video of a hound at the shelter (where she works) just after she guided us through a very bad week with Woody.<p></p><p>That was too soon, although we did go meet Ms Sylvie just because we could.</p><p>And then, later the next week, this young lady reappeared at the shelter after being adopted out for 12 days and getting returned.</p><p>Her daddy was a bluetick coonhound, just like the WoodMan. Her mama was a mutt who must be responsible for that <a href="https://lestersflat.blogspot.com/2014/02/snowed-inagain.html">Sophie-colored face</a>. I think Sophie and Woody got together in doggie heaven to send "Sandy" to us.</p><p>She is very nervous here too. Drooling, panting, refusing to eat dog cookies (and her food) but after 3 days she stopped hiding on the big red dog bed in the dining room. She just figured out that there are other dog beds around the house, and she is getting better at eating as long as we put lots of wet food in her dish.</p><p>Cyrus is still trying to figure out what happened here. You can see him reflected in the woodstove watching her every move. So far he has learned she does not like him biting her head like he did with Woody.</p><p>This is only her third day. She is much improved, but still needs to work on a few things—like going outside and then actually coming back in—when it is 20° and I am freezing with my 2 coats and gloves on at 4 am. When the sun finally came up, I found I could trap her in the little garden fence and then bring her in on the leash.</p><p>We will get there. And she also is learning that her new name is Jessie. Husband needs to work on that too—he keeps calling her Sweetheart. :)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhzHuJPVLWWp-sFeiFt9VjyqFT-Bhva9bUXU9hB5absU9c3PekgUfU3xb_2_WEh5vV0_3FfD7r1-6BpphV2d8x8VAu8pR6UoPpyDgMLCENd3rTZKoNBbAGECKcX-Eiei3ksZRwyuxAZuD6VKx3DntS2oJYp538HeriITHJ7a-xV9c15SvoMEfiPq6aEBdL" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2117" data-original-width="2965" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhzHuJPVLWWp-sFeiFt9VjyqFT-Bhva9bUXU9hB5absU9c3PekgUfU3xb_2_WEh5vV0_3FfD7r1-6BpphV2d8x8VAu8pR6UoPpyDgMLCENd3rTZKoNBbAGECKcX-Eiei3ksZRwyuxAZuD6VKx3DntS2oJYp538HeriITHJ7a-xV9c15SvoMEfiPq6aEBdL=w640-h456" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-37148967996710395022023-11-12T13:29:00.002-05:002023-11-12T13:35:35.127-05:00At peace<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUO9gfz_2LfZ7mIlKATJmDFveLDxm2ihUiv8h1sHPjCPfxUZvuk73j0kF4LTybsVrl3VycYnKkpxKOEN1wX8fdYEqXHWCDhfLPJM4Kf1UreL3VV5FeQLSqq_oXMu1xztM91gQrqx_xhtSylPUNRb2mpQQxanfABJT48W6eOUtRLMuJjy1X0N5d0QXxSAvz/s4032/Monkmissing.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUO9gfz_2LfZ7mIlKATJmDFveLDxm2ihUiv8h1sHPjCPfxUZvuk73j0kF4LTybsVrl3VycYnKkpxKOEN1wX8fdYEqXHWCDhfLPJM4Kf1UreL3VV5FeQLSqq_oXMu1xztM91gQrqx_xhtSylPUNRb2mpQQxanfABJT48W6eOUtRLMuJjy1X0N5d0QXxSAvz/w640-h480/Monkmissing.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SPGVaRGcjTt2MGRxRAEbQ6yjO-88o1GK6n1mW7ZUgsDVDAv8YfwNtHyyHQhUAOkEpVel61_7A115kuilKw5CWqGys2fsZzlY0OTjF-zEJ9JuyO3w_yinqXe7w0x3WrWM22orqXIOKaBrtHheuA1l0VMTwYY6UuQbc89LrHPvVfx8IxDiV_neYUYNy8wF/s4032/Cymissing.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SPGVaRGcjTt2MGRxRAEbQ6yjO-88o1GK6n1mW7ZUgsDVDAv8YfwNtHyyHQhUAOkEpVel61_7A115kuilKw5CWqGys2fsZzlY0OTjF-zEJ9JuyO3w_yinqXe7w0x3WrWM22orqXIOKaBrtHheuA1l0VMTwYY6UuQbc89LrHPvVfx8IxDiV_neYUYNy8wF/w300-h400/Cymissing.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div></div>Of all the animals in the house, Cyrus seems to be missing Woody the most. His days were pretty much scheduled around the WoodMan's activities. Wake in the morning and go out even if it was still dark. Go outside to do their business together even though Cyrus didn't really need to go out 10 times a day. Beg for food before, during, and after dinner time. The list goes on...<p></p><p>Just when I think Cyrus has settled in and understands that Woody isn't coming back, I came downstairs this morning, and he did his bouncy playful let-me-go-wake-up-Woody dance for just a second or 2. Then he realized he wasn't there.</p><p>MonkeyCat is missing his buddy too. He would frequently guide Woody around the house, cutting him off and trying to redirect him just for fun. They also spent a lot of time on the big red dog bed together snoozing.</p><p>No one has used the big red dog bed since Monday.</p><p>Woody is at peace, but everyone else is still looking to find their own peace.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJGeRsopMksTD8eDw64I_ScFcP_tMd7skGD0Pk2YN_tZ0HwZ419EZ3Y1UozTVXZiZtaELxPRhNvgE8e0IkqAV0mWkp51bIZexQs2IzCLmH-oKqIDBso2CPc7j3KWRQ6SwcAC_4nm7LX_Yhwir7N_8hSDp4qGPmqoNN0wBbKtVaXEZY3rSWANeGYIKIdw4y" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2710" data-original-width="3820" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJGeRsopMksTD8eDw64I_ScFcP_tMd7skGD0Pk2YN_tZ0HwZ419EZ3Y1UozTVXZiZtaELxPRhNvgE8e0IkqAV0mWkp51bIZexQs2IzCLmH-oKqIDBso2CPc7j3KWRQ6SwcAC_4nm7LX_Yhwir7N_8hSDp4qGPmqoNN0wBbKtVaXEZY3rSWANeGYIKIdw4y=w640-h454" width="640" /></a></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-91446733182596160792023-11-09T19:29:00.002-05:002023-11-09T19:29:52.898-05:00A hound howling in heaven<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG00XSC2aOhjpXCQW6yX_U1jKPx026PR1ooz8j0LZyvVbTrhWqdwsbQVTWO1UG6F3ALSXygNej2Mou9QltkN_R1Qg8aeGJFfrr3arXAtCFGOyiJLnDazFklLh04ihmtx4yscOlylj9aAnJ7r0TppFJKXIPN69uvS5OV1U2OfTUTKL5IySx8k8iGPYs-PVK" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2116" data-original-width="2821" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG00XSC2aOhjpXCQW6yX_U1jKPx026PR1ooz8j0LZyvVbTrhWqdwsbQVTWO1UG6F3ALSXygNej2Mou9QltkN_R1Qg8aeGJFfrr3arXAtCFGOyiJLnDazFklLh04ihmtx4yscOlylj9aAnJ7r0TppFJKXIPN69uvS5OV1U2OfTUTKL5IySx8k8iGPYs-PVK=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-66293395003302222822023-11-06T15:15:00.000-05:002023-11-06T15:15:03.491-05:00Rest in peace, WoodMan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmYbJuP_zbMEX1La8sLMiYBnK0i_Uccu3Vb4wTcWpy8a-pbq66hsuabxXfY3wCC4RfJf8wkmeO79kcUP8C1GMsdKNjxdFypfh_ApwtPrC5kBBRg3QCd4R1wNPbgdwFRqyycF33fL6YeDgHuCVFLFzj0klLQczZPeAHyyyg6XrldcZSqJGypu0X6u7VKaHs" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1330" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmYbJuP_zbMEX1La8sLMiYBnK0i_Uccu3Vb4wTcWpy8a-pbq66hsuabxXfY3wCC4RfJf8wkmeO79kcUP8C1GMsdKNjxdFypfh_ApwtPrC5kBBRg3QCd4R1wNPbgdwFRqyycF33fL6YeDgHuCVFLFzj0klLQczZPeAHyyyg6XrldcZSqJGypu0X6u7VKaHs=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEOodoAROIXvJGYwV0cwI8R-gpUdtZqe-MncxZgQ6oq2fS_P_nRy1PiwvNh2MZAdXjiTC1nIHGuDs_hizawE0AVy1YKRQdutuFuofxAOxEvAE-Zu8dXgmo4fEqbu6WlDR83mbZ8FGWByOA3jqxMmp1n-mw0iOoNLPxn4SwHncqcdx78FeYUUXzEpSbK0l8" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEOodoAROIXvJGYwV0cwI8R-gpUdtZqe-MncxZgQ6oq2fS_P_nRy1PiwvNh2MZAdXjiTC1nIHGuDs_hizawE0AVy1YKRQdutuFuofxAOxEvAE-Zu8dXgmo4fEqbu6WlDR83mbZ8FGWByOA3jqxMmp1n-mw0iOoNLPxn4SwHncqcdx78FeYUUXzEpSbK0l8" width="320" /></a></div><p>Our handsome hound boy joined Lester and Sophie in dog heaven today. He and his huge personality will be welcomed up there I am sure.</p><p>Woody was a constant source of entertainment in this house and he will be greatly missed by all of us—animal and human. </p><p>I will post a few more photos on FB for your entertainment as well.</p><p>We love you WoodMan!</p>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-63317534277147422572023-10-24T11:46:00.005-04:002023-10-24T11:49:02.638-04:00The driveway and the creek<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVx5OZURPNdgBzyUduTUWL1J9nzXXZWujJ2-_47C1B1DgsKRhzqQx0gpnMOMosvncpVM__EoDYlJtjkUtny3K1QIQpzSE3QL0IsDAMYxaGSfvqEZaRO8h4fkQvH9u2LeUBlV2gwA8lI6EX_r27FJbyYQk1Kg9tDP4_4HlVz7wxre1p-Mk_D1yoe3U0Hl_l" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2548" data-original-width="3958" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVx5OZURPNdgBzyUduTUWL1J9nzXXZWujJ2-_47C1B1DgsKRhzqQx0gpnMOMosvncpVM__EoDYlJtjkUtny3K1QIQpzSE3QL0IsDAMYxaGSfvqEZaRO8h4fkQvH9u2LeUBlV2gwA8lI6EX_r27FJbyYQk1Kg9tDP4_4HlVz7wxre1p-Mk_D1yoe3U0Hl_l=w640-h412" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTe-7cDf6IrUfhMqL2PG4hEFytmkVwlN_iqkRjk3oNSi35oiKQMXvuVetxlsS0EfOyc9rfEeOMW8dJrZp5kPKS3PMWljtxsgXAitajkXHZo7z9XPPW2x79Lsegd31gykdq8uZMRsxut7cFnaQSoa1lK0Zhwcjs1bslJdJXUevW8QBMTifx2sCC1GbppdAd" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2281" data-original-width="3024" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTe-7cDf6IrUfhMqL2PG4hEFytmkVwlN_iqkRjk3oNSi35oiKQMXvuVetxlsS0EfOyc9rfEeOMW8dJrZp5kPKS3PMWljtxsgXAitajkXHZo7z9XPPW2x79Lsegd31gykdq8uZMRsxut7cFnaQSoa1lK0Zhwcjs1bslJdJXUevW8QBMTifx2sCC1GbppdAd=w400-h302" width="400" /></a></div>These somewhat recently planted red maples were a welcome sight as the rest of the landscape went from green to brown too fast.<div><br /></div><div>I was down in the creek again yesterday doing my water testing for the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/OCCAINFO" target="_blank">OCCA</a>. I was almost sitting down in the cold (52°F) creek because my access point is through a nest of old willow tree roots pulling up out of the ground. My balance isn't what it used to be. (dying willow in both pics)</div><div><br /></div><div>This seated position just on the edge was perfect for taking some photos.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vzSOti7dT9nAV6WGOrnFTL6e1RLPULeWJGhZtOK-MXrYR14sIJuqpOnvTE2Ig6xtNYjpUnMj1bbQNdNFJUtmCN8mhj1EZG-hHj4_om06Z7BpKF3V9xKM52Z89YLD8ShVAtYq8LNVhP3oLReGhgKf_3lvQRjwYfNYPuEBiyr4i6MRdTmLDRhfajvxK58s/s4032/IMG_7404.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vzSOti7dT9nAV6WGOrnFTL6e1RLPULeWJGhZtOK-MXrYR14sIJuqpOnvTE2Ig6xtNYjpUnMj1bbQNdNFJUtmCN8mhj1EZG-hHj4_om06Z7BpKF3V9xKM52Z89YLD8ShVAtYq8LNVhP3oLReGhgKf_3lvQRjwYfNYPuEBiyr4i6MRdTmLDRhfajvxK58s/w480-h640/IMG_7404.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDN1tMOmon6tmZThNlthFWa393IkR_CV8zYjYtkGARny-Tn58ldxY87eXlxp1B6uhALuVQ4c6f_6EYcttjYR_6vzTgP3DOykP4NplFZsHFfC02sG2GdH0bLAopqw2q_zIqylVNqrNaQax1S2clkqF2OcebV8SCO24-vj3C1LufKZo4vR2dmOTITCnvtrlg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046244946932805569.post-81132360185376956102023-10-18T14:21:00.003-04:002023-10-18T14:23:45.448-04:00Welcome Otis<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvkCPKSMZelzxjo58YVNnlWgk9nAA2ScM839FG0C2mwR0B_ta78Q_gOQbd_HphI65ltI5Va0UmJcZ6o-NS1C5JLfUI3wYXWkKL7Vx0GcejSZ33Y83OK_fwxeZzTe7_tlTQyBkTasLBFDS7zmru_CTRXMZ3OQKvOPSIu2z1dMRgeY4RFeaE6Pa4VJjsqlmh" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2402" data-original-width="3199" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvkCPKSMZelzxjo58YVNnlWgk9nAA2ScM839FG0C2mwR0B_ta78Q_gOQbd_HphI65ltI5Va0UmJcZ6o-NS1C5JLfUI3wYXWkKL7Vx0GcejSZ33Y83OK_fwxeZzTe7_tlTQyBkTasLBFDS7zmru_CTRXMZ3OQKvOPSIu2z1dMRgeY4RFeaE6Pa4VJjsqlmh=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivjBBn5sj9GixR4e3TAoWBZ0o0f4v5eX2MX4ONyl6EHn3ZC0sww2H-TJr6MBnULx-7GMwsuZjnF2dzKDJVx8l6rxvo6rRa4r5tcY1EimDSc2IJ_lJ2s2vRSUV5sl0IHPum-saCHPMzaEfeu34sknMP_XpI2iLEId-8vRH-d4OnQZc5MfvSE1o1HXmB6BR0" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2808" data-original-width="4992" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivjBBn5sj9GixR4e3TAoWBZ0o0f4v5eX2MX4ONyl6EHn3ZC0sww2H-TJr6MBnULx-7GMwsuZjnF2dzKDJVx8l6rxvo6rRa4r5tcY1EimDSc2IJ_lJ2s2vRSUV5sl0IHPum-saCHPMzaEfeu34sknMP_XpI2iLEId-8vRH-d4OnQZc5MfvSE1o1HXmB6BR0=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div>Otis might not feel lucky, but we are lucky to have captured and neutered him. He has been coming around for a few months, and just like Zelda, was crossing Route 28 a few times a day to hang with the barn cats on the other side.<div><br /></div><div>Zelda mostly stays here now with a bed and litter box in the garage. Maybe Otis will stick around as well. Or maybe he will be less than pleased with what we have done and move on. Poor guy!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5vstNH4MRoye9k9LN3Nn_Ldpp6fmQPBnKDvv7PrJfIFWtrfvs8B3S-77Z2A7kpZR6nlm1lQiZTmqUuvip0TE412ZXpTO62OiIYf9oRR4q3BGKbOe7hDI4HvNiUUMYQeuPDoH2nfLjwDFpw1L0WSH-PNe4N09BuRlE1dQ1pp3j4wUK8O_0xNxrRX5X9IP3" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2808" data-original-width="4992" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5vstNH4MRoye9k9LN3Nn_Ldpp6fmQPBnKDvv7PrJfIFWtrfvs8B3S-77Z2A7kpZR6nlm1lQiZTmqUuvip0TE412ZXpTO62OiIYf9oRR4q3BGKbOe7hDI4HvNiUUMYQeuPDoH2nfLjwDFpw1L0WSH-PNe4N09BuRlE1dQ1pp3j4wUK8O_0xNxrRX5X9IP3=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p></div>KatyDalyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731414753480834814noreply@blogger.com2