Thursday, October 12, 2017
WHAT? How did I not even know I had a broody chicken? Never saw a nest of eggs, never noticed little hen sitting for weeks on end.
Sneaky little buggar must have been laying on her eggs up underneath some shelving where I didn't even notice.
Regardless, young mom...is proudly protecting and teaching her youngins what it means to be a chicken. And doing it well!
So very fun to watch...cute little baby chickens and how mom "talks" to them. She seems to be a good teacher. I'll try to get some better photos as time goes on. The coloring on these little gals (or at least I hope they're mostly gals) is so unique and cute as a bug. Some our striped and some are solid. Black Beard is a daddy!!! Way to go BB!
The timing is a bit odd...as to why so late in the season...might be a bit of a challenge to help grow these guys up as we enter into the cold months of the year...but...as usual...I'm up for the challenge.
Thank you for this gift of life. The bad news of our pet losses this year was getting to be too much. I needed some GOOD news for a change! Welcome to our little farm little ones. Hope you like it here.
She took up her rightful place in the family pet cemetery last week where we laid her to rest with a reflective goodbye ceremony. Rest in peace Nells.
Thank you for sharing your little spunky, spitfire energy with us. The corner of the living room will never be the same.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Our little white Toy Fox Terrier Theodore, aka Dodi, (who we also affectionately called Odie, Odessa and Theodorable) died of complications from Pancreatitis this past May. He was 6 years old.
My oh my what a little pack-o-punch this dog was! FULL of spunk, spit and vinegar, tenacity, yet loyal as a mother...trucker....He was the companion of companions. Dodi most certainly filled to the fullest the definition of "man's best friend."
He LOVED to swim...kayak, camp, chase mice in the barn (never successful at catching one those buggars though), challenge Reese (our other Toy Fox Terrier) to foot races...which he always lost...but he never quit trying, pushed Reese off her sniff spots, played toy-tug-o-war (if Reese would let him), greeted me with the "happy dance ritual" every time I got home from work and sit in my chair with me to end the adventures of each day.
Needless to say...it's clear that Reese is still in mourning for the loss of her bud and companion too. Hopefully in time this will pass.
Naturally, like any dog...he had his naughty side too. He was a grandma biter (NAUGHTY), and among many other things... he was masterful at finding dog treats left in the car if we went into the store...totally devoured by the time we returned, evidence on the floor board...and masterfully he managed to get Reese blamed for the treasonous act. Hah. Made us laugh that one.
Oh how I miss this little white buddy of a dog. Rest in peace Dode. Come around for a visit any time you wish. Thank you for sharing your joy with us. You made us better people because of it. Who knew a dog could teach you what unconditional love is.