So I tried to show her how the shrubs were blown flat in places and stuff was flying and you couldn’t see but maybe ten miles for the dust.
Suddenly I hear ‘A wee mo whap, a wee mo whap, In the Jungle…’
In the sun but protected by the sagebrush, the owner of the property (here before we moved here). We think she is a female, just in case we ever get the chance to see for sure, she is either Jasmine or he is Jasper.
That’s the best picture of her so far. She looks like our indoor cat, Teddy.
Who has run away from home and found outside was a horrid place. Now he spends his days on my bed, purely serene in the warmth and comfort. He loves that I put on the old pink blanket to protect my bed as he thinks it is just his special place.
A beauty like this guy struts in my yard every day. He is not ours. Neither is his matching hen or a white hen. They wander our yard like they own the place. That’s okay with me as I think that cock-a-doodle-doo protects our three quieter hens.
Our three look like this one. We had four but a hawk got one of them. My brother had them all named. But I don’t know them that intimately. I do take care of one of their meals of the day. I have two peanut butter toasted sandwiches for breakfast. Kali gets one little corner and the chickens get the crusts. I am a vegetarian by nature. I am allergic to egg whites to the extent that I can’t get the flu shots or others that are based in albumin. But I love the sounds of the clucking and crowing all over my yard. They do their part to scratch out bugs and fertilize the soil. And my husband and brother enjoy the eggs. Me? I’m hoping for wee peep-peeps! But our girls attack the rooster if he comes near. Yay! Hens-lib! ??
Oh, that grass seen in the above pictures? That is truly greener on the other side of the fence. Our neighbor has managed to make and keep a beautiful lawn. We barely manage to keep the sagebrush away from our house.
Other animal sounds we hear around here lately are coyotes and their pups. One poor girl here was followed to the bus stop by a coyote. She was smart and stood tall and yelled and it ran away. But they can be quite dangerous for people and pets. We have to keep our gate closed and watch carefully for those who might jump over into our yard. Kali and the chickens are in danger. As are the two stray cats that have been here even before we moved here. Rosey and Teddy are indoor felines. Meow!
Our other neighbor has turkeys. When we gave ours away he got some of his own so the gobbles are still a welcome sound.
What doesn’t make sound, that we can hear here are the alpacas that are across the way. They are cute. I wish I had one. Can you imagine the yarn I could get if I got good at alpaca husbandry?
We have seen bear droppings at the campground twelve miles away. That is a sound I don’t want to hear! GRRRowl!
Oh, I just thought of the deer and antelope that play around this here range. Kind of like the baaing of lambs or goats that some neighbors have. There are a few horses. Neigh, not a lot. Ducks and geese quack their honks and especially at sunset as they settle down.
The most annoying, yet cute sound? Oh, my goodness. This mildish winter has brought in the mice. We have cute mice with shiny coats. The other day I was reaching in a cabinet for a can of beans and I heard a high pitch bunch of squeaks. It is no fun to live in the country when you find things like that. My brother found them and the chickens ate them up. Yes, I have tears in my eyes as I think of it. Soon after he caught a few bigger mice in traps.
I thought you might enjoy what our outdoor friends do that I have seen happen.
I just remembered the wonderful sound of last summer. We had some frogs somewhere between our yard and the nearest neighbor. The co-roaking was so cool! I hope we get it again this year, By the way, the weather is getting warmer and my son and I have made plans to start walking a bit. We spell out the word W-A-L-K so Kali doesn’t get too crazy. Her whining can quickly turn into barking lectures of great magnitude!
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them. Have fun!
So, this happened this morning. Let me explain. Chris gets the cats. Kali sleeps with me. When he gets up early they congregate with the swing-shift sleeper. But how to get up? Kali’s dilemma is worse. Here’s the pictorial version. The first has a circle around our sleeping Rosey. Arrow points to Kali, who didn’t fit in the frame. Oh, and the blue plaid are my PJ pants and I’m right up against the wall.I figure out how to ease off the end of the bed.Kali’s face tells the story. And finally she has figured it out.
Now at 10:52PM, I have three furry people sleeping.
Like this one:
Teddy meditates after licking the gravy from his wet food. We feed these monsters so late so that they will let us sleep all night.
It just happened. That nightly ritual. “Dad” gets the cats off his lap and I start giving the cheer to Kali about what is happening in the kitchen. Some would say these guys are spoiled. I don’t know. Yes, there is half a minute that each dish is warmed in the microwave. Then “Dad” brings the dishes in our room and puts down Rosey’s first. Kali waits patiently as hers is second, Then Prince Teddy must be found and picked up and placed in front of his food.
Then the chewing and chomping and slurping begins. To the observer, everyone is in their places. Until they aren’t. Teddy finished with gravy jumps up on my bed and takes a quick bath and stares off into space. Rosey and Kali exchange bowls. Then Rosey finishes Teddy’s and Kali makes sure they are all empty. Sometimes I find the bowls in the bathroom or under the bed, they are so thorough in their nightly gnashings.
Kali then settles near me and Rosey gets back to “Dad’s” lap. The rest of the night they are quiet.
If you didn’t know, Chew/choo was the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Thank you Linda G. Hill for this fun challenge.
Not only did Kali give me a long lecture in woofish for leaving her all alone with Hubby and Son (and hasn’t left my side since I got home),
but these two slept in my chair waiting for me.
Teddy blends in with the cover on my coccyx pillow. Rosey is hard to see as she is the black shadow behind him.
My Spanish/English dictionary is there so I can start writing letters or little stories in Spanish. Hubby took the picture so I would feel missed. Isn’t he the sweetest? ❤
What do you do with a Friday that didn’t work out as planned?
I couldn’t take the trip to town, Flare. Body predicting cold snowy weather. Husband and son volunteer. But snow would be coming too soon. Canceled. But need groceries. Even as we discussed what to do flurries were gathering on the banister of the porch.
Yeah, the old snow never melted so this coming week should be interesting.
DH and brother drive to little town. Get necessities which in the case of the snow that had started celebratory pizza.
While they were gone my friends and I got together over the internet and laughed and talked for hours. Friends are great! They made me feel like this:
This evening while trying to figure out what to share here, Teddy came to visit with me.
“Mom, I’m bored.”
“Wanna play?”
“Nah.”
Then he marched off my bed to see what other mischiefs he could get into.
More snow expected over the next week. It is pretty. But worry about Kali and her outside times. Much deeper and she will disappear.
Friends, family, furballs, pizza. Who could ask for more? Snowed in? What do you do?
Not long ago I took Kali out first thing in the morning. One step out onto the porch and my feet were in the air and my shoulders hit the door threshold. There was ice on the porch landing that was invisible. I don’t think I was seriously hurt. Though the tailbone is even madder at me than it was before. I’m beginning to think that my chair yoga isn’t getting better due to that slip.
It is easy to lose our balance. It is something we strive for. But I wonder if it is even possible to have. Or if we have a slanted view of what balance should be. Though nature gives us a semblance of balance nothing really is. Not even our own faces are balanced. So have we mistaken what we should aim for?
When I am drawing I find it hard if the left eye is higher than the right or the corners of the mouth don’t line up properly. And for that reason, I have a hard time appreciating Piccaso’s modern art. But maybe he had something trying not to balance.
Had I been thinking of balance maybe I wouldn’t have fallen? I don’t know. As it was my hands did a good job grabbing at the door handle and the rail. It could have been way worse had the automatic reflex not kicked in. I was pretty amazed at that reflex. Have you ever tried to think through something like that?
I’m sorry. I’m meandering. All I wanted was to throw a little balance into this blog.
I know! I have shared plenty of pics of Kali and Rosey but the only good one of Teddy was one I share when we first moved here. I just cropped it and found an interesting balance between Teddy’s sweet self and the scenery. Did I ever tell you that Teddy used to love me best and I felt so very connected to him? He knew where to situate on me to purr away my pains. When Kali came he seemed to divorce himself from me. It has taken a year for that little guy to finally decide I am worth his trouble. Now I wake in the morning with three furries taking up my bed. All making sure I can’t move. Wish I could levitate those mornings so I wouldn’t have to disturb these loves.
Who cares about balance when there is this face in the world.
‘What are the Zoomies?’ I asked when I saw this prompt. So I looked it up. Here’s what I found on Chewy.com. Kali has done that a few times. Mostly when the cats start it.
Teddy will scratch the furniture. I think when my daughter was Kali’s mommy she would reprimand her cat so Kali assumed that was something she could take on herself.
Teddy is the youngest of our furries but this is his go-to position. He gets really grumpy if you wake him. He has taken on the Garfield attitudes. In fact, every night when we feed the wet food to all three, he needs to be picked up and brought to his food.
He was wiggling to get down to said food.
I’ve shared pictures of Rosy and Kali more often. Just a quick reminder:
She is a mixture of regal and ready to grab your every attention.
Kali is always attached to my body somehow or in my face. That may be why I have more pictures of her.
Anyway, so the two old ladies, Rosey and Kali think they are the bosses of Teddy. Poor guy. So when he attempts to scratch the furniture Kali will jump off my lap to go chase him and then Rosey will join in and there will be a blurry elephant race around the living room, hallway, kitchen, and bedroom. I say elephant because as floppy-soggy as they are on our laps, they can make the biggest thumping noise. It seems like they’re having fun. Most of the time the ‘bitch-slappers’ aren’t brought out. Rosey’s polydactyl ones are scariest. Kali has learned to respect those paws.
So, I assume Zoomies aren’t just something dogs get as all three seem to get them. Kali will run like crazy outside but it is usually bush to bush trying to find that perfect spot. But it’s a blurry furry mess as they run around like crazies. Most of the time it is all three going for it. Then they assume their previous positions. Sleeping more than likely.
What better thing to begin with the letter Z than Zoo. Here are current pictures of mine:
Kali and Teddy on the day I went to Hugger Hats, taken by Hubby-AKA Pet Sitter.
Remember those little tiny chicks and turkeys? Yeah, I can’t pick up the turkeys anymore they are getting too big for me. The chickens never got brave enough to be picked up. The Turkeys try to get me to pet them and are so curious that they will pick on my cell phone as I try to take pictures. Bro is gathering materials to make the portable coop.
Kali wants to know when Kali can play with the fowl!
One tired Teddy-cat.
And another very tired Rosey-cat. Both were at our feet this morning with a dead mouse. Irm-thanks?
This little guy needs a face but he is farther along that his buddy still on the loom. I love making these Tiny Dolls. As you can tell by this picture my next project needs to be Getting a Grip (a new one) made.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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I figure out how to ease off the end of the bed.
Kali’s face tells the story. And finally she has figured it out.
