Got in touch with the shelter.

No room - not for months.  Someone dropped off about a gazillion cats there earlier this week in a huge dog carrier and now they have no room in the shelter and no crates to loan out.

I will not have another feral cat about the place.  It is one thing when they wander through but when a feral calls this place home it just increases my stress about things like rabies and my other cats getting in fights with them.  (Not to mention the 3:00 am barking that accompanies a feral fistfight outside on the porch.  No thank you.)

So.  This little fuzz ball is in a bin in our small bathroom with his mother.  He is so soft.

We will tame him and potty train him.  Someone will adopt him and give him a home.

Right???

P.S.  We need a large doggie crate for he and mama to live in until he finds a home or is tame enough to live in the woodshed without being contained.  If you have one, please let me know!

So - remember Elaine?  Turns out that she did have two kittens this spring.  They are growing up nice and wild in my barnyard.  There is one little girl kitty that will now eat while I sit a few feet away from her food but the other one won't come near.

Elaine had another kitten a little while ago.  I had been watching her for signs of pregnancy (she will let me pet her and feel her belly) and she seemed not be reproducing again any time soon - except that a few days ago, Maxx came in and said   "Mom!  I just saw a little black kitten!"

He carried on about it for a while but I didn't think much of it because he is BIG into pretending lately.  But then Bry came in and said  that a little black kitten had run across the yard and hid in some stuff near the barn.  I went to look and sure enough - there was Elaine, nursing this one little kitten.

This morning, I stepped out to feed the feral family and the kitten happened to be on the entry way.  When I stepped out, he/she/it was effectively trapped in a little corner.  After much hissing, spitting, clawing and biting, I managed to catch the little bugger sweetie and put it into a cat carrier.  He/she is terrified and trembling and I'm sooo tempted to just set it free to live its little feral life but . . . .

 I do not want more cats around the barnyard that I can't touch and take in for rabies shots, spay/neutering or other care.  And we really can't justify taking Elaine in to be fixed and keeping her on as part of the crew.  She is mean to Emmeth and Midnight - in fact, she won't allow either of them into the barn where they can stay warm so - she has got to go before winter.

Elaine is a beautiful cat (when she lets me take the burrs out of her tail) and I think she would be very happy as an indoor/outdoor cat in a home with no other cats or where she could be the alpha. She likes attention and she's actually pretty affectionate.  I'm sure that this pretty baby will grow up to be a gorgeous cat - looks like a medium length coat and a very pretty face coming on there.





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So yesterday when I thought Svenya had made another escape, I called Bry at work and left a message about my frustration and to plead for some advice.  My language may have been just a tad bit too rich for a District Relief Society President.

And then I had to call and leave another message to apologize for my grouchy one once I found Svenya and her calf all safe and sound hidden in the sumac.

He called me back after he got out of his meetings.  When I told him how utterly unprepared I was to encounter such a perfectly endearing creature, he laughed at me!

It wasn't a nasty laugh or a teasing laugh.  It was the kind of laugh you have when a friend discovers something wonderful and unexpected that you have known all along and it's good to share that thing with them.


I always thought puppies were the best thing in the universe.  It might just be newborn cows.  ( I don't know - maybe it's a tie.  You can pick up a newborn calf and cuddle it under your chin.)

Photos don't capture it - there's something about the way she curls up, all small and quiet and is hardly even there.  And the way her eyes are SO Big when she opens them up and how she's so wobbly and unexpectedly soft.  And that sweet, soft  little mooing song her mama sings to her doesn't hurt either.














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This is the event I've been stressed and obsessed about for weeks - practically the whole month of August.

 Poor Svenya has been so big and uncomfortable with a bag bigger than I'd ever imagined it could get and lots of cow labor signs that literally went on for weeeeeeks instead of the days or mere hours that they were supposed to last before the calf was born.

 Svenya has also made a couple of escapes this summer so when I went out this afternoon to check on her and couldn't find her, I immediately assumed that she had made another break for it. I went into the house to change my shoes and call some neighbors and then decided to go take one last, thorough look around the pasture before tromping up and down the road with a grain bucket and lead rope.

 Well, I discovered a part of the pasture that I didn't know existed. There's a little stand of sumac between the old stone wall and the far corner of the fence. I thought I could see a Svenya shape back there so I bushwacked my way in there and found her finishing up the placenta and crooning to her baby.

 I had NO IDEA how adorable and soft and endearing a newborn calf is.

 Call me smitten.

 No idea what we'll call the baby yet. There's been talk of naming it Yo-Yo because Svenya has been so indecisive about labor all month long but we'll need to discuss that in further detail. Here are some photos. Hopefully, I'll get better ones this evening when we can move them out of the sumac and into the pasture.

 - Gets your heart rate up first thing in the morning

 - Burns off a few hundred calories before breakfast

 - Helps justify eating that last half of the Maple frosted doughnut your mother brought over last night

 - Prevents one from lazily sleeping the morning away

 - Encourages family unity because you have to wake up the whole neighborhood to help track her down

 - Gives you a chance to meet more of the neighbors because you must warn early morning commuters of the danger of sudden cow appearances

 - Gives you a brand new, fuller appreciation of the phrase "Stupid Cow"

 - Banishes vanity  because who really cares about parading around in your jammies when you've got a thousand dollar investment and a potential lawsuit scampering loose in the road

 - Provides concrete evidence that the gate IS too hard for the woman of the farm to open by herself in a pinch

 - Guarantees a guilt free afternoon nap

You think you want to embark upon a complete overhaul of your kitchen space?    This post is for you.   These are photos of my current kitchen.  This is what I have been living with for a year now. 

It ain't pretty. 

Because it isn't functional. 

I've been constantly frustrated, irritated and hindered by my not-ergonomic kitchen.  I have had 6 strangely shaped drawers, two cupboards, one old ragged set of shelves and a mish-mash of tables and various "surfaces" to work on.  The place stays cluttered because there simply isn't space to put things away in.  If I spend the time to tidy it up and stack dishes, bowls, boxes of food, etc...  It just gets messy again within 24 hours.  Very frustrating.

Not to mention the fact that my studio sink has been doing triple duty as the kitchen and livestock sink. 

Ya.  Gross.  I've been using a lot of Comet since the piggies arrived.

No wonder I haven't gotten any dyeing done this summer.

But this is all about to change.

Cupboards and a dishwasher will arrive on the 16th.  We need to finish the mud work on the East half of the room, prime and paint and get ready to prime & paint the cupboards when they arrive.  Once the cupboards, counters & sink are in, we can shift things to prime and paint the other end of the room.  Bry also wants to refinish the floors at some point in this process - they are really thrashed. 

Maybe by the end of July I will have a working kitchen for real! 

I am sooo excited!












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So Svenya is doing fine.  Except that she wants to go outside.  And likes to play with her water bucket.

Last night Bry hung her bucket on the low wall between her house and the pig pen.  Somehow she emptied the bucket (not surprising - I held the bucket while she guzzled three gallons down in about 2 minutes yesterday and then asked for more) and then flipped it over the wall.  I brought out more water this morning, fixed the bucket and filled it.  She sniffed at the water but would not drink it and then tried to lick water out of the empty water carrying bucket and when that wasn't satisfactory, she started attempting to lick my face. 

I think she was trying to show me that her nose wasn't as slobbery as it is supposed to be.

I thought - "Well, I wouldn't want to drink out a bucket that had been hanging in the pig pen all night, either."  So I took down the bucket, to bring it into the house and wash it.  While I was removing the bucket, Svenya was frantic for water and poked me in the back with her horn.  I used my AUTHORITATIVE voice and pushed her away to tell her that wasn't acceptable and she got all sad and frightened.  So I stayed in the barn for a while after taking down the bucket talking to her and scratching her back and ears to show her that I wasn't mad or mean and then took the bucket to the house.

I washed it, re-filled it and dragged it back out.  This is not easy for me because I've got something going on with my right shoulder that's causing lots of trouble.  It may be carpal tunnel, it may be bursitis (my Aunt Minnie had terrible bursitis in her old age) or it may be some old injury that I don't remember.  Either way, my whole Right side has been uncomfortable and knotted up for several weeks now and it is hard to carry a bucket with 5 gallons of water in it when your strong side is weak.  (yes - I will be going to the doctor - just as soon as MB is stable after surgery and school is out.)

The Rejected Bucket

So I haul that water into Svenya's barn and offer it to her.

Nothing doing.  "No, thank you." said Svenya "I know where that bucket has been."

Ya.  I left it there anyway.

She tipped it over.

I brought out a different bucket filled with water because I cannot handle the guilt of leaving a pregnant cow in the barn with no water on an 80+ degree day.  I suspect that I will be hauling lots more water in the next few days.  New fencing for the brook and a barnyard hose are at the top of Bry's to-do list.




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