Pet Memorial Day

Today is Pet Memorial Day in Blogland... 

and in a way, it makes me sad to remember all those 

who have gone before Lilly and Jester. 

Mama's Little Doll... Hannah Jean 

Our beautiful girls, Abby Lynn on the left, and 

Gertie Lou on the right... how we miss them!

Addie Mae, our very first pug! 

(seen here with puppy Lilly) 

The inimitable Beau the Wonder Pony

Our golden Rambo and all his hens, and all those roosters and hens that came after them. 

All the geese we ever owned

The beautiful, faithful Ranger Boy 

Oscar, our first dog as a married couple... our first dog at Calamity Acres... 

killed by a truck in the road, and buried under Oscar's tree in the front yard. 

We can't forget these guys:

The Nickster

Jennie and Josie

Gwen or fondly,  Gwenly

And we can't forget these guys, either:

Though Tony and Yankee have crossed the bridge, Inca
is still alive and well at Oak Grove Animal Sanctuary

I haven't shown you any of the ducks or turkeys, but we loved them all. 

They still hold a place in our hearts and our memories... 

we were so lucky to know them! 

Winter Comes Back - on the First Day of Spring

Winter is back, on the first official day of spring.  All the garden dreams are put on the back burner for a few days, while we wait for seven inches of snow to melt.  This morning, instead of getting to church, I spent an hour shoveling out the top of the driveway so we could get the gate open.  I had to get the winter chore coat out again, the gloves, and the ski hat.  It was hard, yesterday, trudging around in the blowing snow and cold, carrying the hay and feed buckets.

It was such a sad week at Calamity Acres, we lost Adeline, and it was not just the loss of a little dog, but a true friend who comforted and protected us.  We lost Yankee, our nine months old cria, who didn't recover after his gelding on Monday.  He had the most beautiful wool, cinnamon colored, and though llamas aren't cuddly, Yankee would come up to me and touch noses with me.  He was a very sweet llama boy.  On Thursday, we lost Little Brownie, one of the two last daughters of Old Rambo that we had left.  Then that evening, a new little yellow chick was dead in the little henhouse.  It was just too hard. 

Blogging Assistants

My assistants sometimes sleep on the job... Gwen, the Queen of the House, who likes to lay on the printer and dream... and Addie and Hannah, who nestle at my feet, and snore in unison.

Gathered by the Porch