THE FARM

I've heard a rumor that Danny Usher doesn't like chickens. Well, let me tell you, my chickens are cool. They are much like myself (especially one). They have no more eggs, they're a little spacey and one seriously limps when she gets up in the a.m. And, did any of you know that chickens can jump? They can't fly but they can jump and for God's sake don't go into the pen in flip flops and painted toe nails...it's just not good (ask Darcee). The worst part is, yes, I love those old girls and no one is making stew out of them.

Then there are the goats, they are so much fun. This is mine, he's Mocha and quite big. A mix of a bunch of goats (I know so much).

And this is Bucky (with a B) and he is Darcee's. Apparently Darce got a little more goat than I did, which I mentioned a while back. Uncle Bob made a platform for them with two ramps and they just love it. The game is to get up there, rear up and then try to knock the other goat or person off, too funny. I will try to get pictures when I get a sec.

Oh, and this is a rainbowAnd this is Mitzy. I got her today from the SPCA and she is sitting, paddling away on my lap as I type this. She is twelve years old and someone gave her up. Her back was so matted that they had to shave her so she has a reverse mohawk. She had a large tumour under her neck that turned out to be another matt that had gone inside like an ingrown hair. And then there are her poor little ears. This is a result of unattended ear mites. Just heart breaking and hopefully not 'bank' breaking. She had been an inside cat and she is just so sweet. I'll give it a week or so before I introduce her to Oz but hopefully they will get along.
We, or I, had a very scarey incident today. Darcee had warned me that neighbors down the way have a cat killing dog and I was so worried that Oz would get out because he has absolutely no fear of anything being an inside cat. What I didn't know was the dog hates other dogs too. I was painting the coop (the coop, too funny...) and someone comes walking down the beach and Will runs to the edge of the property and barks hoping someone will pet him or better yet, a dog will play with him and the next thing I know this bloody dog attacks him. And I mean ATTACK. Will is so gentle and so fearful and this thing has him by the throat and is just ripping at him. Will is yelping or for a better word, screaming. The young women walking the two dogs has no control. I ran from the pen yelling and the attack dog took off into Chris and Darcee's yard. Will just ran to me and shook and hugged against my legs, he was so scared. He wasn't torn but he so sore and so nervous to go outside. It just really pisses me off. The girl was saying, "I'm so sorry. He hates other dogs." Well, put him on a bloody leash!!! Anyway, kind of a crappy way to get welcomed to the neighborhood but I'm phoning tomorrow and they either keep it on a leash and out of peoples yards or I'm reporting them.