Blogging seemed necessary for me after Dad passed away in 2008. It was a way to slow my life down a bit and try to keep some precious memories alive through imagery and the written word. I come from a long line of farmers on Mom's side and it seems that I am inclined to follow that type of lifestyle. If you are interested in the old days check out the links below.
Jessie, my perfect 'first' horse is now 26 yrs. old and a registered AQUA bay mare. Blue, my dominant Appendix, is a registered American Paint. Jessie loves her grass more than her mother and Blue loves eating (period) and 'herding' poor Jess. Both love eachother! Jessie is very smart and warned me of the fox who was within 7 feet of Callie.
LaQuinta, My Elegant and Athletic Egyptian Queen
While showing in Lexington, I stayed at the LaQuinta Hotel and all summer saw this poor cat who was too shy to be caught. On the third try, it took over an hour to convince her that she would be making a good decision!
Little Bear, Our First Baby
Mama Dog, a wild black lab mix who refused to be tamed, dropped two of her pups at our back steps of the new house. Little Bear rules all of her siblings and tries to rule her parents. She is a very good guard dog!
Nugget, The Boss of the Boys
Nugget arrived about a year after Little Bear. At first he refused to come in, so I would wrap him up in thick blankets during winter's cold nights. He is the best dog, and so gentle with children. But, his growl sounds like some monster from a scary movie, no kidding!
Rocky, Mama's Mountain Lion!
While photographing the huge Rockefeller barns at the Rolling Rock Hunt Club in Ligonier, PA, I sadly spotted a dead black cat near the road lying in the grass. When I stood up, an older kitten approached me sporting a white bulging eye. He let me pick him up and off we went to find a vet!
Coty, Everyone Wants To Take Him Home!
While riding Blue in the big field, I heard the dogs barking. My heart sank as I couldn't see well but thought I saw a coyote. We trotted across the field only to find a terribly thin stray in need of our home. Coty is a superb watch dog!
Sammy, Mama's Shy Boy
Sleak beautiful Sammy was watching over Black Jack on a little hill as he laid dead in the ditch beside the highway. He heard my screams of anguish as I picked up our gorgeous brother of Little Bear. Two months later, he chose to live with us.
Callie, My First Barn Cat
One June day, something thin and dark hesitantly showed herself near the entrance of the barn. With a weak meow, she told me she wanted to stay at the barn, pleasing me to no end! Callie is the most patient cat and the only cat who allowed me to put 'antlers' on her head for Christmas.
Cricket, My First Kitten!
Something told me Callie was pregant though she did not show. She was so proud to introduce me to my first and only Grandcat! I never had a kitten before and this cat has totally melted my heart! He is rotten to the core and frequently must be reprimanded with the dreaded 'Love Jail'. Grammie holds him like a baby and pets him gently despite the awful protests that escape his strong jaws. He only receives 'Love Jail' after a vicious tackle that includes biting his mother's back and knocking her over. After his release, he immediately rubs my leg with his 15-inch long tail!
Princess, A Gift from God
The day after Cricket was born, Little Bear let out a weird bark. I discovered a gorgeous long haired cat perched in the corner of the unfinished side porch where the dogs cannot access. Still beautiful despite being starved and bone thin, Princess has become just that...a princess! She does what she wants but she makes up for it by being the most affectionate cat in the world giving lots of kitty kisses.
Daddy Cat was wild! After a year of daily feedings, long begging sessions and quiet study while he hid safely under the horse trailer, I finally won his trust. He now resides in the barn separated from Callie and Cricket who stay in the tack room. Daddy Cat is extremely vocal and affectionate, always thanking his Mama for his new home.
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On the way to afternoon feeding, I was stunned when I almost missed this poor little thing sitting like a statue in front of the Old House. He didn't move a wing when I approached. Despite being a bit dirty, this red beauty banged into the one of the parlor windows. Nugget was a good boy and did nothing after I firmly warned him to stay away. I gently attempted to lift the cardinal from the ground and he flew only a few feet in the air and landed in the paddock. He was like a broken miniature airplane with tail drag.
Wondering if he broke a small bone or received internal injury, I briskly walked back to the porch and got some black oil sunflower seed to lure him to ingest some good protein! Don't all males like to eat? I backed off to watch and wait. Nothing.
All of his kind were happily eating at the feeder so I thought I might carry him there in case he had mated for life so she could see what had happened. Not sure if cardinals mate that way but I think swans and geese do, so what the heck. Being around his friends would certainly help! He wouldn't feel alone and the dense green hawthorn bushes offer good protection from the elements for him to rest and recover.
Alas, I think the seed told him I was trustworthy, and he permitted the buttery soft leather fingers to gently surround his tender little body. Oh no, I can't jump over the fence with no hands so I had to take the long way around. Would he be a patient little soul? My little bird flew into the branches of the hawthorn bush and I couldn't find him despite peering all around and wouldn't you know, a delivery man arrived watching the crazy farm lady with her head deep within the branches. Too funny!
When it snows or goes below 32 degrees, I keep the barn cats in so the birds can safely eat and the kitties don't get frost bitten noses or paw pads. Thank goodness it was snowing that day or one of the following might have had a meal!
Callie is a very good hunter and passed her skills to her big bad son, Cricket.
Although Daddy Cat is quite abundant in girth, he is a very fine hunter!
Little shy Sylvester is not as innocent out in the barn yard!
But this is the thing that is most ferocious...even his toes and claws are over sized not to mention his fangs. I am not kidding!
Could that be my little bird chatting with some girls?
After living 15 years in a very beautiful urban setting on top of my husband's highrise, it became obvious that I was out of place. I began riding about 12 years ago, purchased an awesome sport horse and competed in novice eventing. I needed to find all of us a beautiful place to live so that I could be the one to care for my Jessie, not a hired farm hand at a boarding barn that might close on a whim. We were blessed to find our old historic 80 acre farm tucked away in the woods that surround scenic fields. Hailing from generations of Vermont farmers and horse lovers, I felt right at home. I could now have another horse, dogs, more cats, plant flowers, grow veggies, mow the yard, feed and hear the birds chirping, listen to frogs, walk in the woods, and do all the things we did as kids. Kudos to my awesome husband. Without him, I would not be able to experience these blessings that God has bestowed upon Woodfield and all of its inhabitants.