Black Cat.

Black Cats are much maligned in our fairy tale books. But what will really happen if a black cat crosses my path? Not much I imagine.

I have occasionally seen a black cat here. But only out of the corner of my eye. He is not my cat. He looks very well fed (probably on all my birds). Yesterday I stepped out onto my path to see this big black cat, with large startled yellow eyes crouched and staring straight at me. We examined each other for a long intense moment. Then the mini panther took off shooting across in front of me – crossing my path!!

One day he might stalk straight through one of the Farmy SoundScapes when I am not there. Then we can get a better look.

My camera caught the notion of him:

You can just see him disappear under the green truck after our first real meeting. Which reminds me – I must send a pic of the green truck to Wendy, she is making us Christmas Cards over at Zazzle.

The Farmy Swag is at Zazzle. Think the Holidays that include Christmas.

Stand by for that announcement.

How much would you pay for a Christmas Card.

Free range broilers

The free range broilers are doing so well. Just a couple of weeks to go.

I bought TonTon a new cushion – thank you so much to his anonymous Sponsor! He is an old dog and is loving the cushiony softness under his old bones.

Naturally Boo takes the new dog bed whenever it is free. (Maybe Boo needs a Christmas present,too). Ton just patiently waits for Boo to move then zooms back into place.

Border collie TonTon

I have more firewood to stack first thing this morning before I get back to the pruning (which I barely started yesterday).

Firewood in wood shed with blue splitter attached to John Deere tractor

This old building used to be a garage for a small car. Abandoned 50 or so years ago. It has an asbestos shingle roof (the barn does too) so we are careful not around it. My brother works in asbestos clean-up in NZ and says that the best thing to do is let it sit without interference. Environmentally, it will never break down, so to avoid the dust when compromised it is best to leave the asbestos in place. Unless one has a LOT of money to pay for responsible removal which will simply move the asbestos from one place to another.

So it sits where I can see it. I know it cannot cause harm here.

So this is our wood shed. For firewood. I call it The Wendy House and when I have finished stacking all the firewood it will be beautiful! I love stacking firewood.

Solitary duck in pond

Good morning!

Have a lovely day!

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48 responses to “Black Cat.”

  1. I wish I was close enough to donate one of the three fluffy beds I had for Mouse. Higgins has said he doesn’t care for them except as toys to drag around the house; he much prefers human furniture for lying on! I’m glad Ton has the use of one, even if it’s only part time!

      • They’d been washed and extensively aired. He’s much younger and does not need the same plushy softness, so I suspect he just prefers a more ‘open’ sleeping experience. And to be honest, I knew he’d be on the furniture sooner or later; it’s a greyhound ‘thing’ and I can’t watch him every minute of every day. I prefer to pick my battles! He does NOT get my new chair. Ever. I have taken to piling things on it while I’m not actively sitting there. So far, it has worked.

          • We have simply reverted to the Mouse-system. Ratty old blankie on the bed, dog on blankie. On days when the Husband needs to sleep there in the afternoon, the door stays closed to defend his spot. All other times, we are resigned to a long hairy black furson hogging the bed.

  2. How far off is BlackCalf #1 at the very end Celi? I am amazed at how clearly we can still hear him tearing and munching away and loved the squeaking of Mr. Curiosity’s damp nose sniffing right up against your phone(?) and definitely more, should’ve taken notes. Took me back, I’ll tell ya (sad to realise how much I miss those sounds)

      • lol, By “how far off” I literally meant how much distance is there from your phone to the calf we can see (and hear!) grazing? (‘Cause the mic on your phone has such incredible pick-up! And which iPhone did you get?: )

        • Oh! Ok. Misunderstood that.

          The calf moved around a lot but at his closest he was maybe thirty feet? This is the latest iPhone / I was lucky enough to be able to grab that deal where I traded in my old one for the new one – and for 7 dollars extra a month) so I have the latest not the fanciest model but sturdy. I actually can’t remember what it is called.

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