The neighbor's goats jumped their fence yesterday morning and we had goats all over the road outside by our mailbox. Thankfully, the neighbor's dog started barking like mad, alerting his owner about the wayward goats..... the neighbor got into his truck and along with the dog, managed to herd the goats back to their own pasture.
The coyotes have been howling and screaming for countless nights now... always after midnight, around about the time when one's sleep is deepest and most comfortable. And then it starts... one coyote's howls will get the others started and soon you're listening to a symphony. Being that coyotes will howl their loudest after they've captured some poor little animal, it's hard to ignore the fact that a cute little bunny or baby deer might be breathing its last breath. Not exactly the thought you want floating around your mind as you put your head on your pillow.
Orange Kitty is still here... sleeping now in the chair by the Santa Sign (Naughty/Nice List) on the back porch. Silly me... I should have painted the name "Orange Kitty" on that sign and put him right smack at the top of the Naughty List. That blasted cat... just when you think he has abandoned his habit of grabbing at you with his claws, he swipes at your leg with lightning speed and then looks up at you with such innocence. I do believe, however, that the orange cat has now learned the meaning of a loud "NO!" The problem is that I have to say the word No! seconds before he gets those claws out. One of these days, I'm either going to fall down the porch steps or walk right smack into one of the columns.
Because of the pouring rain a couple of weeks ago, our pond is filled to the brim and looking quite beautiful, especially after M trimmed up all the tall grasses around the perimeter. A small flock of ducks have taken up residence in the pond, along with a smattering of turtles which can be seen sunning their shelled selves on the rocks in the middle of the pond. My husband suggested that we stock the pond with fish, but then his next thought was that we'd have raccoons all around the pond, trying to catch their dinner. So... no fish.
We've had dogs walking back and forth around the property this past week....... Herbie (belonging to a neighbor who has decided his dog needs to be 'free' and not 'fenced' in his old age); and Trixie (belonging to another neighbor who walks up and down the hill from time to time); and a stray dog who looks like a greyhound and has made friends with Trixie. The neighbor who owns Trixie doesn't want to keep that stray so he doesn't feed him, which gets the stray to 'shop' around the properties on trash pick-up day. We would gladly feed that dog if he'd come near us, or better still, we'd take him to the shelter... but the dog is very scared and won't go near anyone except Trixie. As a result of the stray's 'shopping,' our trash was torn apart on the day before Christmas Eve.......... we had trash blowing all over the side yard that day, and it was very windy here, so of course I was out there running after pieces of waxed paper and paper towels.... and the stray was eating heaven-knows-what that came out of the trash bags.
Life in the country.... sometimes peaceful and serene and beautiful.... sometimes ridiculous and ornery and crude.
How does that song from the old TV show go? "Green Acres is the place to be......"
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