Where do the Weeks Go?

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This guy.  Because of him I follow about 50 Bostons on Instagram. 

In fact, once I get moved, I'm going to make his own account for him on 

Insta. 

That's Sister's paw in the picture. 

My heart swells when I see my old girl in her element. 

This is where she grew up, and probably, where she will die. 

You remember that I started out feeding the abandoned half-grown kitten at 

the farmhouse?  Then two more cats started eating, along with 4 raccoons, 

and two opossums, and many, many birds. 

Now they are passing judgement on my choice of cat food.  I bought this 

generic cat food at the feed store, it came in a thirty pound bag for 

much less than I had been paying.  You notice they are not cleaning 

their plates as they were before, but leaving some every day.  Some days, 

the water bowl is even full (raccoons dip their feed in the bowl). 

I had to laugh. 

At least I'm saving some money, and according to what I see 

on the game camera... the cats are still eating. 

More of this...

And this! 

The yarrow is blooming!

and my only kniphofia left... 

The globe thistle is hanging on... 

And look what is starting! 

Yes, the beds are still full of weeds, but 

I'll get them, little by little. 

Next week sometime, towards the end of the week... 

a dozen of the hens at the Ag will come home 

with me to live in the henspa. 

Until I am living there full time, they will have to stay in the fenced 

chicken yard.  Once I move, they can roam around in the yard. 

I end, as I started.  Jester bruised an eye 

a few days ago, and after a trip to the vet 

yesterday, he is on medicine for the bruising, 

and taking it easy.  He will be fine. 

Hope everyone has a great weekend!