Sunday, March 28, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
I sit here today, realizing I have not blogged since February 27. I was once a daily blogger,
back in 2009 and 2010. I think there was so much more going on around here back then,
and we had so many more animals. Keith was alive, and yes, we were busy, busy, busy.
I realized this week that instead of "our" place, this was now "my" place... and
though I often catch myself referring to "we".... I realized that I can
do as I please and I take joy in making decisions. There is nothing
wrong with that, either.
I have made some resolutions, late in winter.... as I write this, it is the second day of spring.
I have vowed to change how I feed the wild birds. I am ashamed at what I
spent doing it this year.
Something odd has been happening. The cats are no longer coming on the porch or deck to eat.
I have a bowl out in the old garage, by my south fenceline, with food and another with water for them during the day. I do fill it at night, and two possums are eating there as well as the two cats, Rusty and the yellow tabby.
I caught the yellow tabby on the camera in the garage two days ago, and it appears to have a tail wound.
I believe Troy and Kathy are also feeding it. This cat is very feral, where Mr. Rusty will let me get within two feet of him. He has taken a dislike to canned food, though, so I have stopped offering it. Rusty has only been on deck once in the last three weeks.
This was from January, but you get the picture.
I am emptying the bowl at ten, and there is nothing left for them to eat on the porch.
However, I found the heated basin (directly in front of the camera here) almost dry this morning, so some kind of shenanigans were going on last night.
I have decided to disconnect the two heated basins at the end of this month, and hope for the best.
These beautiful crocus are at the Ag Hall.
Babies, for instance) are cancelled. Christmas is on.