Sunday, May 28, 2023


Bullseye watching a raccoon in the yard. 

Raccoon watching Bullseye 

Bob watching Bruce Wayne 

Bruce Wayne watching me watch both of them. 

Wanda watching me from her cool bed under the honeysuckle bush. 
(She just looks mad, she loves me)

Coyote watching the cats in the driveway two nights ago, and yes, friends, she was that close.  Not sure what is happening here.  She has been in and out of the pasture for three days, the sheep have been ignoring her. 

I say her, it may be a he. 

She wants my cats. 

Bob the Porch Cat watching me do chores. 

Molly watching me from the planter on the front deck.  I gave up and took the forks out so she could lay there. 

Bullseye watching me from HIS planter. 

Me watching Jester watching me. 

Have a good Memorial Day, peeps!  


Saturday, May 20, 2023

How Can May be Almost Over?

Happier Times, for the most part. 

I'm glad for that! 

I was putting new oranges on the orange feeder the other evening, and looked down through the plants... there were two eggs in the garden bed! 

(see the spilled jelly?) 


I didn't know when they had been laid, but the raccoons found them that night and left shells. 

I was not feeling very kindly towards them the next night.  You see, last Sunday I planted all these planters and lick tubs.  I am trying to save some money this year, and I planted seeds I already had... plus some packets I got at the feed store.  I love wildflowers so planted two tubs of them.  We had rain on Monday and the seeds germinated right away. 

Three days later, I unthinkingly let the hens in the yard, and while I was in watching the five PM news, the hens scratched out most of the tubs.  I could have strangled them. 

I have replanted, but they are now captive on their own side of the yard until the flowers are up and blooming. 

Plants are so expensive this year, so I bought exactly one hanging basket and then bought some petunias and divided them and planted three baskets I saved from last year. 

My iris have come and gone already, the whites are still blooming a little. 
I had many more in the past, and my goal is to re-do this bed and plant a bunch in the fall. 

These two took up residence in the big hen house for a week... there are two heads there, one is on the left.   They are gone now, it got cool again... but I am watching for them. 
The four cochin babies are in a secure pen, but I was worried they would get Pip, the little silkie hen. 

The cochin babies are looking GREAT.  I changed their open bowl of water out for a conventional water fountain about an hour ago, and they fled to the other end of the pen in fright.  I'm going out in a few minutes to check and make sure they understand they can drink still.  That open bowl got too dirty, too fast.   My gosh, they are good looking babies, there is a cockerel and three pullets. 

My next goal is to get them outside in a secure pen during the day, and I'm going to be talking to Ben about that this week. 

About a month ago, some good friends gave me a gift certificate to a farm store I had not used recently. 
I stopped in there because they carry Kalmbach feed.  
My gosh, folks.  I got a bag of Kalmbach layer feed, and I have to tell you, all joking aside... the eggs I am getting have great shells and I am getting six to nine eggs a day out of my aged hens.  I am stunned at the size and quality of the eggs.  I am ready to get another bag, and am going to go over tomorrow and get it.  I am so happy with it. 

You will have to enlarge this and squint... there is a raccoon running on the ground... and one on the moveable platform Ben made for me last summer, cleaning up the bird seed.  I will say that I am not being invaded as I was before by thirteen or fourteen a night, but they are still around. 
It does not help that my yard light is not working about half the nights, and it is pitch black outside once night falls.  I called about it once, and am going to call again on Monday. 

The hanging finch feeders are just in front of the camera hanging on the porch rail. 

I have NO clue why the camera took rosy pictures for an entire day, but here I am doing what I will be doing all summer long... cutting the grass.  I am alternating between north and south sides of the yard, tomorrow is the south again.  

This makes Cat Number Four in the shop. 

However, Mama has disappeared again.  She was gone about three weeks ago for five days... I have not seen her now since last weekend. 
This guy, whom I call Bruce Wayne, has been in the shop several mornings, including this morning, when I went in to feed. 


I sent that to a rescue friend and titled it "The Camel has come into the Tent". 

My boy Bob does not like him.  At night I sometimes hear cats fighting, and I know who it is. 

Bob is neutered, and I can't get near enough to Bruce to see if he is. 

My little Teenie the Meanie is still in the barn... she is so small but does not like ANYONE.  
She likes me, and she liked Mama okay, but Cleo lives in the barn, too, and Teenie does not like her. 

I have not been seeing any skunks in the barn in the last three weeks... but this long-legged raccoon has been in there multiple nights, and two possums, one small, one large.  

The warming light is off for the summer, though the Kuranda bed is still in there. 
Bruce likes the Kuranda. 


The ewe on the right was born here, Nugget... though that is not what she is called now.  
Her dam is here too, Fluffy, though that is not her next to Nugget.  Neither Nugget or her mom have ear tags. 
Flicka, the Dorper sheep that had been mine, died during the past winter. 

I am enjoying watching the sheep again.  I am keeping their trough full and the plastic pool I keep under the walnut tree for them.  The ram was brought over this week... he's BIG and I am careful around him. 

The pasture needs to be mowed, the grass is too high for them, and I think it's beyond my mower now. 
I'm going to talk to Ben tomorrow about several things and I'll mention that. 

I can tell you there is no barn at their own home, and it just tickles me that they go in and out of the barn all day long here.  I love to see Nugget laying in the doorway, chewing her cud. 

I am going to have a ton of hollyhocks, very soon. 

My peonies smelled heavenly, I brought enough in for two vases, but they have all shattered in yesterday's rain.  There is little Wanda in the background.  

The Baltimore Orioles only stay here about a month, and I took my first pictures on April 20.  These guys, though, stay all year.  If they really are our loved ones visiting us, I have many.  I like to think so. 

Thank you all for your wonderful comments about Buddy.  The house seems so empty now, and Jester is alone.  Zoey and Buddy were wonderful dogs, and I was privileged to have them for a while... but I think Jes and I are going to take a break for a while. 

Sunday, May 7, 2023

The Story of a Big Dog

He was found on Labor Day, 2022... astray in technically Wyandotte County, but picked up closer to Bonner Springs.  The Bonner ACO (Animal Control Officer), Officer Anthony,  took him from a sheriff's deputy and took him to the police garage, since they had no animal impound at the time. 

He was very, very thin, and had a UTI, causing him to be incontinent.  The rescue believed he had gone astray and was looking for a place to die. 

Despite initial interest, no one ever came forward on his behalf... no owner ever claimed him.  
I told them I would foster him, and they believed it would be for a short time, only.  They did go forward with vetting, including heartworm and a neuter.  The vet who administered to him believed him to be at or over ten, old for a GSD.  The vet noted his hips were bad. 

You see in the second and third pictures how very thin he was. 

He came to me that next week... oh, the UTI... we had to go out up to eight times a day, and at least four times a night, so I got little sleep. 

A huge crate was moved into the kitchen, taking up a third of the space... but everyone loved the crate.  Buddy, as I began to call him, loved his crate.  So did Jester, Zoey and the cats. 

Buddy was his "name", but who knows what his original owners called him... I called him Bud, Budmeister, Bud-Bud, Big Dog and BD.  I can tell you he was deaf and if you called him from behind, he could not tell until you stepped out and waved. 

I can also tell you he loved men more than women, though he LOVED Officer Anthony. 
Let my son walk into the house, and Buddy was animated.  He spent hours at the south fence line, watching Troy working in his driveway and hoping for a pat. 

His best buddy at first was Mama, the gray tabby cat... but then... along came Bob. 

He had to be careful walking because Bob was ALWAYS underfoot. 

He and Jester were buddies, and there was only one slight growl when 
a bone was involved... so we had a no bone rule. 

Zoey was his friend, too. 

You can just see the heater to the left of the crate.  Oh, the wonderful mornings we had in the winter, and I am not kidding.  Me, in the window, using the computer, and watching the birds on the feeders outside, and the heater keeping us as cozy as could be.  I would raise the cover of the crate and Buddy would put himself in it as soon as he saw me pull the heater out, and be cozy all morning. 

His hips began hurting a lot, though... and in March, we made a trip to my vet for a nail trim and a checkup.  When his right hip was manipulated, my gentle giant tried to bite the vet and tech. 
 He was put on gabapentin and carprofan, twice a day. 

His last visit across the yard to the south fence line was at least three weeks ago, after Zoey was gone (his yard companion)... he laid there watching for Troy for a while, and then came back in short spurts, having to lay down often to rest.  

I began to get really concerned when I realized he was rarely leaving the porch to relieve himself... he had historically done this, and I just cleaned up... but I realized that he was also not pooping.  On his infrequent forays to the yard, I looked for poop and found very little.  He had often done it on the deck... and dropped it as he walked... but I could not find it. 

Last week, he fell on the steps and my grandson Jax, whom he LOVED, helped him up. 
We knew he weighed 120 pounds at the vet about six weeks ago. 

This week, he fell on the south steps, and was finally able to get himself up.  I stopped at the vet's office that day. 

You see.... if there was a crisis on the weekend... I could not have lifted him or gotten him to the expensive animal ER.  

I went and got my grandson when he got out of school... Buddy loved Jax.  

Our good Officer Anthony got permission to use her ACO van to take him to the vet on Friday... she actually had come to spend some time with him a few weeks ago. 

She brought him a pup cup and a cheeseburger! 

He was so happy to see her that he almost leapt off the floor, I don't know what she thought when I had told her he could hardly get up. 

He rode in the police van, comfortably, having a good look around. 
(he was lifted in). 

We got weighed as we went in, and he was 129 pounds. 

Compare him now to the third picture above. 

Friends, Officer Anthony and I sat on either side of him on the floor and talked him through his crossing.  Yes, we both cried.  We tried not to let him know how upset we were, and we stayed with him until the doctor said he was gone. 

He was the German Shepherd who did not bark, did not hurt dogs, cats, chickens... and was always gentle with me unless I had a treat he really wanted!   

He was about the most perfect foster, ever. 

We all miss him. 

Bob has been watching for him, nonstop.  Bob finally jumped on my lap last night on the porch, and snuggled me for the first time. 

But he watched the door all day again. 

Jester went from a pack of three to an only dog again. 

I don't have one good picture of the Bud and me... but this is our last.  

I don't know who his owners were or how he came to be lost, but he was home here. 

RIP Buddy, 5/5/23