Boo and His Babies

Yesterdays comments lounge is worth a look, if you have not already been. We had one of our magic Fellowship days.  I love our discussions, wish we were able to have a coffee with that! I read through all the comments yesterday again and again, Kim and Esther read along with me, in our cyber worlds. Taking comfort. Comfort is such a small word that means So much.

Then there was the farm businness as usual.

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Much to Boo Boo’s gentle delight the kittens have been allowed to come out and play.

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He moves as slowly as a working dog with lambs.  There is an innate knowledge about not spooking small animals.  When he is inside with me he spends at least half the time with his head in the cardboard box, organising the kittens, cataloging them, washing them, fluffing them. The other half of the time he is laid down next to their box, sleeping within earshot in case someone needs him.

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My good friend Bill is calling Boo the Dogfather.

The Matriarch is away at the moment and we have her dog here. Marmalade has driven him out of the main house. If he steps out of the Coop she rises up on her hind legs and boxes his ears with both feet until he runs crying back into The Coop.  He is not even allowed in the same room as her kittens. Yet Boo is allowed to get into the box with them.

TonTon is not a Cat Dog. So he is always far away.  No problems there.

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The other day the Old Codger and I were talking about Sheila’s diet. She eats grass, I said.  He laughed. I have never heard of such a thing, he said. Pigs eating grass!

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But there you are,  Pigs eat grass!.

The temperatures rose yesterday and her hip (where that nasty boar gored her) was not feeling the cold as badly – so out she went into the field and ate as much grass as she could. She limps when it is really cold. Our poor Sheila.  Her T Shirt enterprise raised 346 dollars and 28 cents.  Thank you. We both thank you.  I am looking forward to my T shirt as much as you are! I even got one for Sheila though I  am not entirely sure how she will wear it. Anyone who wants to pop down and help me dress her is more than welcome.

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The calendars are here so if you did not get your details email.. let me know.

Good morning! I lost Tima and Tane for a while yesterday afternoon and eventually found them out the back under the baby Oak tree, eating acorns.  Good little piggies.

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With a few days ahead of ABOVE  freezing temperatures (I am so easily pleased) I have taken the basement chickens out to the Chook house. They have feathers aplenty now and will have time to acclimatise before the cold comes back. And it will be back.  But the chooks are ready. And as far as I can tell only one of the seven  loft chicks is a rooster. That is an excellent result too.

Isn’t that a gorgeous looking bird?

I hope you all have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

celi

 

 

36 responses to “Boo and His Babies”

  1. Poor Sheila. I did not realize that she had that bad an injury from the boar. Maybe she needs arnica cream. And Boo just continues to amaze me! What a guy. I am deathly allergic to cats, but I find myself longing for one of those little ginger babies!

  2. I agree with Viv – Boo is a miracle. I’m always astounded by his gentleness. Clever boy. Good morning to all the farmy, and best wishes to you, c. 🙂

  3. Why don’t we dress Tima up instead? 🙂 Boo and the kitties are the best. One of my Ginger Bros had a midnight swim in the fish pond last night – all survived 🙂 I am surprised everyday not to see any white stuff on the farmy, pleased that you don’t have to cope with that as well just yet. Laura

  4. I love your kitten kinder garden! I wonder what secrets are being shared in the first photo?

    About Shiela wearing her t-shirt, it might be difficult to dress her human fashion, but it could be adapted or attached to a jacket, like the one we saw Boo wear the other day. What do you think?

  5. How is it that little round-bellied fuzzballs with tails like pencils end up as sleek and elegant creatures like Marmalade…? There must be a special ingredient in cat milk. Boo is clearly in soppy dog heaven; not one ginger kitten but loads of them. How’s he getting on with that smart red coat of his?

  6. the thought of Boo cataloguing the kittens made me laugh out loud. Hope they all stayed still long enough for him to do that otherwise he would keep on re starting – one, two, three, blast – one, two ……!

  7. Last night, I was just showing Marmalade’s yesterday photo to my husband and wondering when Boo would be allowed to start his nanny duties with them outside their tall sided box. And this morning as I drank my first cuppa of the day, I squealed with delight when I saw that today was the day! What a treat to see him and his little charges. Poor Joey. I can just see him scurrying back to the Coop and then crying piteously. He would likely receive much the same treatment if he were to come visit me in my house that is ruled by felines. Can’t wait to wear my Sheila shirt! Thank you Celi. Yesterday was a soothing salve for my soul, today a delight for the joys of washed, fluffed, exploring and scampering little kittens.

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