tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38690814649914675832024-02-07T20:19:54.867-05:00Farm TailsLiving a simple rural life on what was once an old plantation but now an 80 acre farm.Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-36849527173729398972012-05-22T13:45:00.002-04:002012-05-22T16:56:38.575-04:00Gone Are The Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />... that our lives will be blessed with seeing, hearing, and touching our beautiful Nugget. Never again will I be able to gaze into the sparkling layers of those imploring brown eyes that I swear were like marbles with swirls of magical color. I forced myself to memorize those eyes. Words cannot describe how different they were compared to my other babies, and to any other human's for that matter. I will never again feel his sweet golden curls that lined his spine showing hints of red nor feel the soft velvet gold that graced the top of his head or the thick mass of tangled fur along his chest that often developed into a matted mess. He didn't bark much or whine. He was the patriarc of the pack though he was patient and good. He never attacked a stray who wandered on the farm allowing Sammy and Coty to join the family though they knew he ruled. He got so excited and happy seeing Mama and Daddy at the door and at meal time he whirled in dizzying tight circles. He so loved his nightly pettings from his Daddy and his brushings from Mama that should there be a pause from a tired human hand, his persistant paw would offer a firm reminder to continue. In his younger days, he watched my every move while I went down to the barn for the nightly feed, guarding and waiting for my return. Words cannot describe the perennial ache in my heart with the realization that he is gone. I loved my boy, I love him still though he is gone for good, gone on March 13th 2012. </div>
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He looked good in the first photo but not so much in the one above. These were taken only a couple of days before his last breaths. He knew what I was doing, he knew it was near the end and tried his best to look good. So many times he looked away from the imposing black thing that made snapping noises and flashed strange lights. But on this day, he stood there giving me a lasting image of his beautiful body. <br />
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He loved people, and was so gentle with children. Everyone loved him, even his stern old Grandfather. :) I often wonder if my daddy and Nugget see eachother in heaven?</div>
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It was back in September when we found out. I quit blogging due to being so busy in the summer and planned on getting back into it come fall but an emergency visit to the ER due to Nugget's anorexia (it is called anorexia when they choose to refuse food for more than one feeding) put a stop to any life's normal activities. He spent two nights, was on IV's and we were told he had pancreatits. His Bun levels were slightly off. I questioned this but was told that is normal. I took him to our normal vet who said everything was fine and then it happened again. Remembering an important phrase from my days in real estate I decided to go elsewhere. "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". The new vet had repaired Nugget's ACL, but distance kept me from using him on a regular basis. Long story short, my baby had heart cancer and they extracted 220 cc's of fluid that gathered in the sac that surrounds the heart. The tumor was right on the heart making surgery very difficult with a chance that he would pass under the knife. He was also in kidney failure. So that day until March, he was immediately taken off his Rimadyl, put on a few other meds and I elected to give him subcutanious fluids every three days. We went nowhere, we never left him more than three hours and our lives were totally dedicated in giving him the best care possible. I do believe the fluids helped him as the kidney failure seemed gone, his blood values were normal, etc. The Azodyl was exceptional in helping with the appetite, but I could do nothing about the cancer. I thought all was good near Christmas when he had a check up and I shed tears of joy but in February we were told it spread to the spleen. His stomach area began to swell with fluid. His comfort level diminished, his eyes lacked sparkle, he no longer got up for food and it seemed time. I prayed and prayed and I asked Nugget to tell me. It seemed he didn't want to go which broke our hearts. He tried to hang on to the very end even resisting the sedative given prior to the death shot. His dear heart continued to struggle and I heard its quiet beat with the stethescope, then it was time. Little Bear layed near him, Princess knew and lied beside him on his bed. Sammy stayed under the dining room table. Coty seemed normal and unaware and the other kitties remained quiet. It was so strange that my dear little Princess knew and wanted to comfort him and poor Little Bear was forced to experience another death of her loved one with her brother Jack dying years ago. <br />
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Rest in peace my dear Nugget. I do believe we will see eachother again when we shed our earthly bodies and our souls rise to a new level hopefully Heaven where we will be joined once again. Please be there to greet me my dear boy when it is my time to go, I want to see your beautiful face and be surrounded by your undying love. I will love you forever my boy, my Nugget.Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-28961000432237314852011-07-04T18:51:00.000-04:002011-07-04T18:51:59.806-04:00Red, White and BLUE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuh28TlN0ACA8K1cx-RJlPzjG7nUvDO987sp42Pl3Aw9jbVILWi_m7F4rfzu-VCarp3Qw7wXbEoRnYdOEvrjOmJKM4eEnorktQX4FOKzki1pfv9aw6wAcn4_PkrP0FEekxIQra7P5zd8/s1600/blue+with+flag+hat+july+4+2011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuh28TlN0ACA8K1cx-RJlPzjG7nUvDO987sp42Pl3Aw9jbVILWi_m7F4rfzu-VCarp3Qw7wXbEoRnYdOEvrjOmJKM4eEnorktQX4FOKzki1pfv9aw6wAcn4_PkrP0FEekxIQra7P5zd8/s640/blue+with+flag+hat+july+4+2011.png" width="410" /></a></div>Happy Independence Day! Here's hoping you had a wonderful time with family and friends. Look at Blue! He is such a patient pony for his crazy mama....what a good boy! All is well at the farm and we are busy with gardening, mowing, and planting. Blue and I are getting ready for a little show soon which keeps me busy getting him in show shape, and fine tuning our communication with eachother. The doggies and kitties are well, but some stray dogs have recently been chasing my fawns which anger me to no end. I need to blog more but there is still so much to do outside and aside from cleaning our home and completing some graphic design projects, it is difficult to keep me in. :-) Take care bloggie buddies and I hope you have a wonderful week!Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-39615821816876755382011-06-19T17:24:00.001-04:002011-06-25T22:24:04.189-04:00Father and Flowers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGg6xIuF8-as9lXLcV8VAlZe_QzYbPx-nbYVWiQci6gDXtt8-CfKazEg2S1mIzweAGaZcNOTgL9jhGbjxzqsqgO4NNVs7cTWvWN5STNoI09uemrh7EyxZsI5V-vlsGUA3Ss_n_oQxHd0/s1600/old+family+pic+with+flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGg6xIuF8-as9lXLcV8VAlZe_QzYbPx-nbYVWiQci6gDXtt8-CfKazEg2S1mIzweAGaZcNOTgL9jhGbjxzqsqgO4NNVs7cTWvWN5STNoI09uemrh7EyxZsI5V-vlsGUA3Ss_n_oQxHd0/s400/old+family+pic+with+flowers.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Hello dear bloggers, it certainly has been awhile...I sure hope you are enjoying your Father's Day celebrations. It is not a great day for me, Dad is gone now as most of you know...since 2008. He is gone forever as I knew him....But his spirit lives on through me; his love of flowers and nature has passed to most of his children with me having a bit more than my siblings. His thumb was much greener than mine but hopefully with time, my efforts will improve.<br />
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My nostalgia for both my grandmothers has come forth with a fever as I planted some hollyhocks that were six foot tall! They are biennials so I won't see them next year and hopefully my little hollyhocks from last year will come back. I have added some more phlox as it seems to love the back garden and grew many babies this year. I have also added evening of primrose and delphiniums in a new little shaded bed, though the larkspur despises me and refused to enjoy the special soil and shade I provided for it, so forget that species. It is too hot here and they prefer a different area. My foxgloves love the front yard and hated the back yard as the brick radiated too much heat. I remember Dad saying he used to trap bees in the blooms by squeezing the ends. Poor bees, thankfully he released the bloom and allowed the poor things to escape. Silly Dad, he was a demon when he was a kid! :)<br />
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Speaking of demons, as I was photographing my blue hydrangeas, Cricket, the mean lean killing machine, lived up to his reputation much to my chagrine! He was enjoying following his 'Grammie' around while I snapped the pics but when I approached the new little flower bed, he disappeared. I didn't think much of it until I heard the loud clicking of a Flicker. That darned cat was up in the hawthorn bushes and raided the nest capturing a helpless new born bird baby. I heard its little screams of pain as my head was in the branches trying to find Cricket who was way up top! My screams pierced the quiet morning as I attempted to get the bird from his huge fangs but he ran away into a wooded area full of poision ivy. I ventured in only to see him gobble the entire baby within seconds. By the way, poison ivy attacked me with a vengeance a few weeks ago, so badly that I had to go in and get a shot. My lower arm swelled days afterwards so I thought I had better get some professional help. The shot eliminated the swelling but not the itching.<br />
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The deer have all delivered except Peanut who if you remember had her little Autumn in September. I am shocked that Brownie already gave birth. I knew they all would be early this year as they went into heat in the beginning of October and the boys were crazy in rutt. So far, they have not introduced me to their babies yet. Bossy does hide her baby in the brush while she eats corn. <em> </em>I can hear his thin little calls.<em> </em> There for awhile I did not see Bossy or Brownie which worried me but just a few days ago they graced me with their beautiful presense and now come back more frequently. Shy Girl has trusted me and hidden her baby close to the barn.<br />
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There is still so much more to do on the farm to catch up from months of wet weather. I look forward to July when all of my flowers will be in full bloom and the pumpkins begin to grow. Happy Father's Day to you dear Dad. I miss you tremendously but somehow feel comforted when I am tending to all of the flowers. And to you bloggy buddies, thanks for your patience and keeping Farm Tails on your favorites list. I truly appreciate that and have popped in from time to time to read your posts. Have a happy day! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look how demure she looks! :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie! Be careful, you'll tear your pretty white ties!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't worry Blue, you will have a hat of your own soon....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie couldn't wait till Mama ended this silliness so she could roll in the mud and graze.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy Cat, stop looking at the pretty hat with such disdain! Do you want one?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I guess getting up that early has taken it's toll....lol! I originally purchased hats for them to wear on Derby Day and will make Big Bad Blue one of his own so you will have to visit next Saturday to see it. Ohhhh yea, he is going to wear a hat whether he likes it or not...all horses must celebrate Derby Day! Blue you can do it!<br />
(<a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/">Linking up with Verde Farm on Farm Friend Friday)</a>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-60598792313453885282011-04-28T04:00:00.004-04:002011-04-28T09:11:49.338-04:00Thermography<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOxc7hBRnwgL4pgZwLN8KjUvTSpEpv_SHwUuueAC_VOcfA2-75NftZuhl3bgd9RrCFb9yjaHKnqAIjF3Wk8j4kvb9AcfOF89utjSqiphpiPEuIWm4Vbxelv0QFq6hfB5SWyEIgg_8aw4/s1600/tn_image007_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOxc7hBRnwgL4pgZwLN8KjUvTSpEpv_SHwUuueAC_VOcfA2-75NftZuhl3bgd9RrCFb9yjaHKnqAIjF3Wk8j4kvb9AcfOF89utjSqiphpiPEuIWm4Vbxelv0QFq6hfB5SWyEIgg_8aw4/s400/tn_image007_jpg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hey ladies, this post is for you! Not the usual farm post but nonetheless it is worth reading. Please remember these views are strictly mine. With this post, I hope to give information to those who are unaware or to give more info to those who might have heard of thermography but have yet to try it. It is not my intention to upset anyone who is a practioner in the traditional medical workforce, I just feel that this testing is worth my time.<br />
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Today I received breast thermography. No, it is not a mammogram or anything like it which is why I prefer this method <em>for the time being</em>. Breast thermography is a clinical diagnostic procedure which uses highly specialized infra red cameras to measure the heat coming from the body, in this case, the breast. Alternative med docs will most likely be able to administer this type of testing for you. It takes several years for a cancerous growth to become a real danger beginning with the inflamed cells and finally reaching the tumor stage. Studies are pointing with more frequency that inflammation is the precursor to cancers and all sorts of diseases. Regarding breast issues, once you find a lump, your stage may be advanced or it could be nothing at all. If your thermographic reading detects inflammation, then you have a chance to seek a more detailed examine thru mammography or ultrasound before the lump has developed to a size that is easy to detect. I prefer ultrasound, though the standard medical rule is get a mammogram, receive a nice dose of radiation and if the results are positive then go get an ultrasound. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigOaVuCp19r2u7wBq1BvxIXRohY_JjusC6tbrijtEs2M5H4ywYgfvN12arBBqVxejSaJ_CZ-16zb-DobNyILG6CF7eeMto9C_ZwYY3UTy_YBRCX0cSzqtzbSciDtFCOhpnRG-d4GiGuQ/s1600/doctors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigOaVuCp19r2u7wBq1BvxIXRohY_JjusC6tbrijtEs2M5H4ywYgfvN12arBBqVxejSaJ_CZ-16zb-DobNyILG6CF7eeMto9C_ZwYY3UTy_YBRCX0cSzqtzbSciDtFCOhpnRG-d4GiGuQ/s400/doctors.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I prefer to avoid the painful compression, the numerous false positives that so many of my friends have received, the emotional roller coaster, the incomplete results for those with dense tissue and fibroids, etc, and go right to the ultrasound. However, since they are more expensive perhaps that is the reason the insurance companies require the mammogram first? Maybe because medical community makes more money with all of the testing? I am not sure...but I do know a nurse practitioner who works for an oncologist who privately told me that the ultrasound does a better job at cancer detection. If I could afford the ultrasound or if the insurance company would agree to pay with no mammogram then I would alternate both ultrasound and thermography every couple of years just to be sure. Okay back to thermography.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjPCF9n1La2e4bp8OUQtMEoTZy9DKDlSZizZI-ZfhApXeI2Shk1r5Qlu0jM8J_rWjaOprZS6HflL8E1iko4UIYepZaWqqP_zQ-o4oyF2NmoRMXK1fnbXenTLCUwXUkzeLGXln0ncC0HY/s1600/places01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjPCF9n1La2e4bp8OUQtMEoTZy9DKDlSZizZI-ZfhApXeI2Shk1r5Qlu0jM8J_rWjaOprZS6HflL8E1iko4UIYepZaWqqP_zQ-o4oyF2NmoRMXK1fnbXenTLCUwXUkzeLGXln0ncC0HY/s400/places01.jpg" width="302" /></a></div>Breast thermography is cheap compared to mammography and ultrasound. I paid $150 out of pocket since insurance companies will not pay for such procedures. It is not painful. No tissue is compressed. No radiation is received. This will be my third such procedure and my results will be compared with the past two. The video link below offers an excellent view of the entire procedure and the explanations are superior.<br />
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For those of you who are interested, I linked several articles for further reading. The last link is from the LA Times, about the FDA threatening a medical doctor to stop making claims about thermography. Just this week the article was reported....Now how many times has the FDA disappointed us? Hmmmm, first they tell us a drug is safe then five years later after the human population have been their test monkeys, they determine that the drug is no longer safe and causing all sorts of problems....thanks FDA, there are times when I do not trust you. I rather be safe than sorry. If thermography has the ability to give me a head's up before anything has a chance to grow into a tumor or can be manually discovered, then I am all for it. <br />
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CBS NEWS Breast Thermography...See Exactly How it Works<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaS3VIyltJQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaS3VIyltJQ</a><br />
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YALE JOURNAL OF BIOLOGY AND MEDICINE....Inflammation long been associated with the development of cancer...read ABSTRACT and click on articles on RIGHT COLUMN for further info.<br />
<a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1994795/">http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1994795/</a><br />
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NEW LINK BETWEEN INFLAMATION AND PANCREATIC CANCER<br />
<a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/04/110411121529.htm">http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/04/110411121529.htm</a><br />
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BREAST CANCER WARNING SIGNS<br />
<a href="http://health.usnews.com/health-news/family-health/cancer/articles/2010/10/04/breast-cancer-warning-signs">http://health.usnews.com/health-news/family-health/cancer/articles/2010/10/04/breast-cancer-warning-signs</a><br />
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FDA SCOLDS DOCTOR<br />
<u><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://www.latimes.com/health/ct-met-fda-warns-mercola-20110425,0,4080491.story">http://www.latimes.com/health/ct-met-fda-warns-mercola-20110425,0,4080491.story</a></span></u>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-46647234467982845522011-04-23T06:00:00.006-04:002011-04-23T13:37:58.324-04:00Toad Talk on Earth Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg144C22BaHl-4LDApEwGpt5UbdxtSmA2Wlrxi4cGXuqpwHf0nwbs0hRKUqAkBQj0MnSp25mZG3kz3pPGLt20R_hWCh754frEQO49amTfgSszLWXN9JRYzRPmcH7Q3PuKvdA4nn9dCOXgE/s1600/img244ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg144C22BaHl-4LDApEwGpt5UbdxtSmA2Wlrxi4cGXuqpwHf0nwbs0hRKUqAkBQj0MnSp25mZG3kz3pPGLt20R_hWCh754frEQO49amTfgSszLWXN9JRYzRPmcH7Q3PuKvdA4nn9dCOXgE/s400/img244ab.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>It was pouring the rain when we drove home Friday evening and the Kritter Keeper tradition during rainy nights is to harp on the good husband to slow down while driving down the lane. For a half a mile, the patient man tries his best to heed the firm warnings, hearing over and over... "Oh there is one! Watch the puddle! Slow down, what's your rush?" etc. We always see numerous dead toads and frogs on the dark highway, at least we can avoid killing these poor little creatures on our own land, right?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrKlCibnmEDt6zZizz5tW0IElCkzd48Rd1ID2D9cp9n_gSQesoa6d1XawFt_sSWhpVX7EziWOjGLuEmGWkHAp9RyE_NBihdpBdLgOxlU3AvvKK9azRiQSbiXkTC2i6nh15g29jWsbK0k/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrKlCibnmEDt6zZizz5tW0IElCkzd48Rd1ID2D9cp9n_gSQesoa6d1XawFt_sSWhpVX7EziWOjGLuEmGWkHAp9RyE_NBihdpBdLgOxlU3AvvKK9azRiQSbiXkTC2i6nh15g29jWsbK0k/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Several years ago before the house was finished, I was blessed to see and hear the one and only Toadfest held on the farm. The frogs were singing in the middle of an April sunny day which I thought was highly unusual! I remember that Mom and Dad were visiting. I took my camera and was astonished at what I saw....a city of toads! Some were in the water, some were sunbathing, and MOST were, well, I think you get the drift after seeing my pics. Little ones on big ones, some with blue bubbles blowing from their necks ( I am sure there is a technical term for that body part, but what the heck....) and couples chatting it up while others sang joyfully. Dad said they were oblivious to my presence as they were in such a breeding frenzy. After the bad husband widened the pond and cleared the edges, there was never a Toadfest celebrated again and anytime I get near the water's edge, one can hear the "plop plop" of frightened frogs or toads escaping the tall two legged monster.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAqeg1qiCgIraKcq_Ao2lvGsTMdzJeTp0aODEPLeAHo3za4vs5U_UKNwmpdYWSjZx5rXl6KW3CFTPDCN8cdGSH0JHG-q7Kjy7_zxFxNUf7IVNdbwDEDcpNYSgm3-N7kjD7eLaY0hbYuE/s1600/img243ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAqeg1qiCgIraKcq_Ao2lvGsTMdzJeTp0aODEPLeAHo3za4vs5U_UKNwmpdYWSjZx5rXl6KW3CFTPDCN8cdGSH0JHG-q7Kjy7_zxFxNUf7IVNdbwDEDcpNYSgm3-N7kjD7eLaY0hbYuE/s400/img243ab.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I was shocked to see Toad love again in early April of this year when Red showed herself one very late evening. She and a friend decided that underneath the bright light near the end doors would be the perfect place and did not mind my intrusions. For over a year now she has taken residence in and around barn and wintered between the hay stacks and outside wall. One warm January day she ventured out but was very slow to move around and react so I found a dead bug for her to munch on, put them both bug back in her winter resting place and tucked her in with lots of hay. I know, I know....some would think I am crazy, but my name is not Kritter Keeper for nothing! :-)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaNVZqaMU5332412_fC0zbT-h42ArQY-iEzExAaiyowy12-EbnsJavJk_98VoZ94Wz-JWzcmHnNZeCf3XFGf0N5j4cVCjyFukpyOU3UWzQyE3SLoDhtz98QiQs2jJBf3rqpqgIwEaVa0/s1600/040a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaNVZqaMU5332412_fC0zbT-h42ArQY-iEzExAaiyowy12-EbnsJavJk_98VoZ94Wz-JWzcmHnNZeCf3XFGf0N5j4cVCjyFukpyOU3UWzQyE3SLoDhtz98QiQs2jJBf3rqpqgIwEaVa0/s400/040a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The rain held steady as I walked down to the barn to feed. A large toad waited and watched near the garden wall close to the steps while another was in the middle of the driveway...huh? Didn't we just drive up only seconds ago? I bent over to be sure it wasn't injured and this is what I saw.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXI9Jg25LvWV519lUrhwKMOCSZlnTnd-jEQ5zOQglZE8AdTuPS-Its2A6RrEM25mjbp9I9RxUDTIv8gYT4F-lQhmoKmtMykPwcp6EhJmNR9Wpp6aKtdnG3WldUcbXPj51zH39_MOShdQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXI9Jg25LvWV519lUrhwKMOCSZlnTnd-jEQ5zOQglZE8AdTuPS-Its2A6RrEM25mjbp9I9RxUDTIv8gYT4F-lQhmoKmtMykPwcp6EhJmNR9Wpp6aKtdnG3WldUcbXPj51zH39_MOShdQ/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>My heart sank, my mind exploded with questions as I studied this poor mother toad watching her dead baby that only minutes ago was learning how to wait for a tasty bug. The bad husband ran over the baby of course unbeknownst to him but it still left me with a deep sadness. I have never seen this before. The mother refused to move and I reached out to pet her and she did nothing. Toads always move a little if you pet them, an eye might move, the body will adjust to the strange feeling, etc. Nothing...she did nothing. I quickly left hoping she would be okay after I returned from the night feeding. She was still there after 20 minutes or so. I touched the baby to see if it was still living but how could it, with the entrails completely displayed? The little tiny hand beside its mother's was so heart wrenching! I picked them up and put them both in the wet grass out of harm's way. She didn't need to deal with curious dogs and probably wouldn't move out of the way had a large paw accidentally find her brown body. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7OD-TmhlUieLeLZDEPoB-2ZtA7ogwSBc7tPdY9ysAZMi2rAU0vCh9KTRiULjTbYZABgcC2Z6KXw5stawX7PVYoZyHa7q9O1ddavi3hvsfk0Ass3z5mL5psW42PGrru3xfzgZLTD5yLg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7OD-TmhlUieLeLZDEPoB-2ZtA7ogwSBc7tPdY9ysAZMi2rAU0vCh9KTRiULjTbYZABgcC2Z6KXw5stawX7PVYoZyHa7q9O1ddavi3hvsfk0Ass3z5mL5psW42PGrru3xfzgZLTD5yLg/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>A toad may be small and insignificant to some but on Earth Day and every day for me, all creatures great and small are equally important. I found this poem and thought it would be an excellent read to celebrate Earth Day.<br />
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Song of All Mother...<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em>I am the Mother Earth and you are a child to me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Discover who you are and seek divinity</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Rocks and stones, clay and peat - all strats are a part of me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Jewels and crystals, gems and gold are hidden in the heart of me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Herbs and flowers, trees and shrubs, these are growing green on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Mosses, fungi, lichens, vines, all of these are seen on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Horses, cattle, pigs and deer, bears and lions roam on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Snakes and spiders, rats and slugs, all creatures have their home on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Bubbling brooks and silent springs, living rivers flow on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Pools and puddles, lakes and seas, salty oceans grow on me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tiny tiddlers, mighty whales, sacred salmon leap for me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sharks and squid and crabs and krill fill the waters deep for me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Wrens and larks and crows and terns fill my skies with darting flight.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Hawks and eagles, bats and owls catch their prey by day and night.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Creeping worms and flying fox, teeming ants fulfill theirs lives,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>In tune with me, in Nature's Way, as honey bees enrich my hives.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Only humans rob their kin, despoil the land, pollute the seas,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Kill for fun, destroy the woods, float poisoned vapors on the breeze.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I shall live for I can heal, even if you humans die,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But you can learn, as children should, to grow in peace</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Beneath the sky....</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-47438086774018794002011-04-17T17:04:00.001-04:002011-04-17T18:43:33.434-04:00Meet Buttercup!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEhOMh_xLJoq990_OkcQ3v-EF4PybSua1dRYO6wljGDgb_LCe7w7y94VAMQRZKBAdRSAZguWp-rfKTI0oMXLLcnDelUOfeb1_asRMzEhzDNgzdg6GFZ8p8BAweeYSUiXIfyKU32Do5kQ/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEhOMh_xLJoq990_OkcQ3v-EF4PybSua1dRYO6wljGDgb_LCe7w7y94VAMQRZKBAdRSAZguWp-rfKTI0oMXLLcnDelUOfeb1_asRMzEhzDNgzdg6GFZ8p8BAweeYSUiXIfyKU32Do5kQ/s400/023.JPG" width="257" /></a></div>A big warm thank you with a virtual hug for all of you who took the time to guess my cute little mystery and for all of my new blog buddies. Kudos to you Lisa for trying so hard and giving it your all, <span style="color: #cc0000;">but my first commenter who offered a guess had the closest answer therefore she will be sent the </span><a href="http://www.whiteflowerfarm.com/"><span style="color: #cc0000;">$25 gift certificate from White Flower Farm</span></a><span style="color: #cc0000;">. Congrats </span><a href="http://lillyanna-lilaclanecottage.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #cc0000;">MAURA from Lilac Lane Cottage!</span></a><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><span style="color: black;">My heart</span> sank when I read your comment only because you almost got it right away and I thought my clues were too simple....but, they proved extremely elusive and nobody else came close though Woodswoman was on the right track just as I knew she would be!...Here's hoping my dear bloggy buddies exercised patience and didn't scroll all the way down to see Buttercup (I would have zoomed down as fast as possible! lol)....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is her prissy part, such cute little designs!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her seat is bumpy and very pretty...I know, I know...that was a hard clue!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She requires 40-65 psi of AIR!! I put 65 in my truck tires! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She has three speeds which makes navigating those hills easier...and she is made of steel, so rain is a no-no!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta Daaaaa! Isn't she adorable? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I was lucky to find this darling little photo that had one of Buttercup's 'relatives' in it...didn't you wonder why that photo was chosen? Everyone assumed it was an animal. Kritter Keeper delighted in throwing you off by <i>comparing</i> Buttercup to animals, like Bridget's coloring and Blue's gaits....tee hee! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She is very fun to ride and I want to take her everywhere, but WV is a bit hilly. She will be so much fun at horse shows if I can get her in the back of the truck without scratching her....hmmm. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nugget, you like her don't you?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Limp, don't be frightened! You are braver than your elders I must admit. All of the Long Tails disappeared into the woods.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I come Mr. and Mrs. Geese! Will you be scared of Buttercup?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good geese! What brave fowl you are!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look Jessie and Blue, look what Mama has! Jessie briefly left her beloved grass but Blue wanted to check Buttercup out after a few minutes of staring at her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue, don't you dare kick her! It was very windy! He snorted and trotted off getting a little too close for comfort so off we went back down the lane.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> WHO IS BUTTERCUP? SOLVE THE MYSTERY TO WIN!</div><br />
<div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Last week while in Florida, I saw one of Buttercup's sisters and fell instantly in love. Oh my heavens, I had to have her but she belonged to someone else who loved her very much. Besides, we flew down, so it was impossible to bring her back to the farm. I asked the two ladies who were chatting nearby about her owner and they had no clue whom she belonged to but did know where I could find one of her sisters which really surprised me`. I left the parking lot while she just stood there tied to a post. I had to find her other family members and did later on in the day.. They are truly all beautiful, but her coloring was sheer perfection. I only wanted her twin. </span></div><br />
Kritter Keeper loves mysteries so here is one for you to unravel if you want to win this<a href="http://www.whiteflowerfarm.com/"> $25 GIFT CERTIFICATE from WHITE FLOWER FARM</a>. ...Most of my readers love flowers and vegetables, so I thought you all would enjoy this gift...especially since you can customize it yourself and get what you want. My hints are described below as are the details of how to win this freebie! Yay! Have fun!<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Buttercup can be fast like Blue but only if you tell her as she is very obedient. She is like Bridget who is a calico and she has several colors. If you run your hand over one part of her, you will feel some bumps. They are pretty to look at too. You can dress part of her with something floral and nice. She doesn't mind being prissy! After a lot of research, I finally found Buttercup for sale in Lexington, Kentucky of all places. She was the only one left with her coloring. I was so happy and felt very lucky! </span><br />
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<div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">She is three gaited, like Blue, with a walk, trot and a canter though I wouldn't describe her way of going like that at all. Nugget being such a good boy just laid down beside her and smiled. Limp (little button buck) circled her and looked a little apprehensive but the two geese didn't seem afraid at all. I was told to monitor her air capacity each week which was news for me. She is quite the hog, and needs more than most. Oh, and they also told me she really should not be outside when it is raining</span>. <span style="color: #cc0000;">Can you guess yet?</span> </div><div style="color: #a64d79;"> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="color: #cc0000;">The first reader who solves this cute little mystery will receive a gift certificate from the well known White Flower Farm. The following are the rules....</div><br />
<div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">1. <span style="color: #38761d;">This freebie is for identified followers only that link back to their blog</span>. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. <span style="color: #7f6000;">To be eligible, a comment with your guess must be submitted however, if you think you erred, then feel free to leave another guess before Sunday at 5 pm. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">3. <span style="color: #6aa84f;">If you are a new follower, i would love for you to identify your follower name in your comment Kritter Keeper likes to meet all of her followers and most likely</span> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">will follow you back. </span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;">4. </span><span style="color: #7f6000;">The answer will be posted after 5 pm on Sunday with a photo along with the name of the winner and a link to their blog.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">5. </span><span style="color: #7f6000;">There will be only one winner. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">6. <span style="color: #6aa84f;"> All comments regarding a guess will be hidden until Sunday at 5 pm then published in order they were received. </span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">7. <span style="color: #7f6000;">The winner must check back on Sunday and then provide Farm Tails thru an email his/her mailing address. If no address is given within 24 hours, the second person who correctly commented will be awarded the gift certificate. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #7f6000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kritter Keeper will blog about Buttercup Sunday evening so everyone can see how cute she is. Thanks for playing this new little game with me...I thought it would be fun to celebrate</span><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">our warmer weather with this fun freebie. Happy Spring!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">(<span style="color: #7f6000;">LINKING TO </span><a href="http://www.deborahjeansdandelionhouse.com/2011/04/farmgirl-and-farm-friend-friday-blog_14.html"><span style="color: #7f6000;">FARM GIRL FRIDAY</span></a><span style="color: #7f6000;"> AND </span><a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/"><span style="color: #7f6000;">FARM FRIEND FRIDAY</span></a><span style="color: #7f6000;"> #3)</span></span></div>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-54863472201302397922011-03-31T20:26:00.000-04:002011-03-31T20:26:50.764-04:00Dirty and Dusty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTm-ciNYN9QhR4KtgzFhXgxcISIx8nd3LfKg6hvrBaczAkg5K_hypLgIkUOp6P_uq0z0f7VGz2J4Yqqqvcy_fhfCDvS0teTeuJkS5ePkJw_eg7bLzTR3fI12HmVmtq2wUFwn_gJl6BOI/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTm-ciNYN9QhR4KtgzFhXgxcISIx8nd3LfKg6hvrBaczAkg5K_hypLgIkUOp6P_uq0z0f7VGz2J4Yqqqvcy_fhfCDvS0teTeuJkS5ePkJw_eg7bLzTR3fI12HmVmtq2wUFwn_gJl6BOI/s400/103.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just a quick post to join <a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Verde Farm on Farm Friend Friday and Farm Girl Friday</span></a>. I thought I would share these pics as Blue decided to roll and show off while I had the camera several days ago. Look at his mane flying all over the place. I cannot believe the warm weather disappeared so quickly and tiny spits of snow blew across the farm this afternoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQdaidsTE-OD1cEBIr1gQca8B4d-PkLOFXfxdLhCIvWikHnUAHPygFZJBPOLRpUtnFGuFtDMpW_PuNvhuZbFF3Lk414xyOnDI5f2fGpHVfd9Ju5QX7VOPjPCof9Pz-ja6nrdokbSqeSg/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQdaidsTE-OD1cEBIr1gQca8B4d-PkLOFXfxdLhCIvWikHnUAHPygFZJBPOLRpUtnFGuFtDMpW_PuNvhuZbFF3Lk414xyOnDI5f2fGpHVfd9Ju5QX7VOPjPCof9Pz-ja6nrdokbSqeSg/s400/099.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I so look forward in receiving these precious presents from my beloved animals, both domestic and wild who consciously make the decision to spend a few minutes with me each day or evening. I am magically transformed during these shared moments. Nothing invades my thoughts as I walk among the deer. I notice their coats, their personalities, who's dominating, who's shy and skittish, and how could I miss who decides to pierce the quiet with a loud snort.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cocoa, you are so photogenic! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutmeg, you are quickly learning how to rule the roost!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Autumn, may you always stay small and may you be extremely smart so your safety will be guaranteed. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>The pups and kitties are delighted to follow their mama though the doggies know they can only go so far and patiently watch the whole process. The ponies do not want to leave the paddock now that tasty blades of green are in abundance and reluctantly let me lead them to the barn. Of course there are several images missing and this post does not include all of my beautiful babies but I hope you enjoy the few that I managed to capture. Oh how I love this farm and all of our adorable furry faces!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nugget, I know you don't like this snappy camera thing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cricket, you look so innocent, though Mama knows better!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my shining star dear Jessie, words cannot describe how much I love you!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big bad Blue, you are a fine horse, and always keeping me on my toes!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first two babies share a very strong bond especially after Jack died several years ago.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-63646685244219885892011-03-17T08:39:00.001-04:002011-03-17T19:50:12.546-04:00Bluegrass Antiques and Garden Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW9e0CNRKUfr8zq88unGxwnBZzQz0iNLqkAl19TlgJQYYfQS80qH8j_HmVSAj3lOa_Vu8ZHpt8fdl0MLdU7upIiLv1-CYkik83mBbAqPHx3xETqGjkD1GeblSq2cksLfbEULKkIZ_4EY/s1600/bunny+table+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW9e0CNRKUfr8zq88unGxwnBZzQz0iNLqkAl19TlgJQYYfQS80qH8j_HmVSAj3lOa_Vu8ZHpt8fdl0MLdU7upIiLv1-CYkik83mBbAqPHx3xETqGjkD1GeblSq2cksLfbEULKkIZ_4EY/s400/bunny+table+top.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The good husband had a speaking engagement at Eastern Kentucky University at the Appalachian Studies Conference on Friday. Much fun was had, new people were met, good food was consumed and a chance to overnight away from the farm was refreshing. However, I really enjoyed the following morning...I opened the paper and discovered in the lifestyle section several listings that 'Kritter Keeper' would love to attend. There was a farm machinery auction, an heirloom seed saving gathering and an antique/garden show. I soooo do not fit in the area where we live as none of those fun events would be listed in our paper....Lexington is me to a T! The good husband even mentioned the very same thing. I would have happily attended each function and had a splendid day but we had to get back to the farm and only one could be chosen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyxW4A-syrmaqFqnkz5u7jmlfmKfDwUAu9Hx4YiwK4vwFvLdwq1H6DcLmDZSEOODBZno4ugsrGR8SsmV3kbMrMPsqdgc-p9mC3Dn22olTZ-Bq2WK0NCLDcdSAXyRtrt6agdBwFqFPqKM/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyxW4A-syrmaqFqnkz5u7jmlfmKfDwUAu9Hx4YiwK4vwFvLdwq1H6DcLmDZSEOODBZno4ugsrGR8SsmV3kbMrMPsqdgc-p9mC3Dn22olTZ-Bq2WK0NCLDcdSAXyRtrt6agdBwFqFPqKM/s400/052.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>After overcoming some negative feedback while my feet were firmly planted he reluctantly joined me in attending the Bluegrass Historical Society's Spring fundraiser, The Antiques and Garden Show. What is better than being surrounded by beautiful flowers and antiques? Well, add a few animals and it would have been heaven!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The attendant was not friendly and was sure to tell me that the $2900 price tag was an excellent deal and someone already gave a verbal commitment. Hmmf! But, lady, it wasn't working and you didn't know how to wind it up!!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Held in the Old Barn at Keeneland, I was surprised that it wasn't larger but there were plenty of vendors. Representation from Philly, NY, the Carolina's, Tennessee and of course Kentucky the antique dealers came with excellent pieces paired with excellent prices....dah, we are in a recession! No, I do not think $4,000 for that small painting is a good deal nor is $450 for a nonoriginal botanical print. Sigh...but it was fun to browse and this was not about obtaining good deals!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh pretty bags, how I wanted you but $225 doesn't cut it and where was your attendant? </td></tr>
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(joining <a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/">farm friend friday</a> at verde farm, so looking forward in visiting all of the farm blogs! yipee!)</div>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-12313176995989872642011-03-05T20:03:00.000-05:002011-03-05T20:03:05.062-05:00Bee School for Beginners<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiOKTeTeKyCLZe_k8R59bDpKfljptNn7JQ_oZJPp_swJvFrjtqoGmZUn4JJhr8yP_rUQBIj8Zk_dhac83jrpkYCDxu5n43H7x2yhJz76f-nnNaXr7q6Y4FcaK-d0qVpRBoR6xfeaWewI/s1600/bee+notecard.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580764791297404114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiOKTeTeKyCLZe_k8R59bDpKfljptNn7JQ_oZJPp_swJvFrjtqoGmZUn4JJhr8yP_rUQBIj8Zk_dhac83jrpkYCDxu5n43H7x2yhJz76f-nnNaXr7q6Y4FcaK-d0qVpRBoR6xfeaWewI/s400/bee+notecard.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /></a> <br />
<div></div>Kritter Keeper attended a bee school last weekend.... and I absolutely loved it! It was held on a Saturday and thankfully a friend invited me otherwise I would not have known about it. I dreaded getting up that early but this was important as I barely saw a honey bee last year due to colony collapse syndrome and the travel time was worth it. I am a big believer in educating myself before I work with something so foreign....and should I decide to keep bees, then hopefully I will lessen the chance of loosing a hive. Kritter Keeper can barely kill a fly in case you didn't know... Rolling even a single bee or loosing a hive due to my ignorance would make me feel awful though I know it could happen! <br />
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The following day I called our county bee keeper's President and chatted with him for almost an hour. Thinking that I should get bees soon as this is the time of year to get them for honey in late July, he cautioned me to wait. I loved his advice and his sound ideas were smart. Attend the meetings, watch and learn as others do it throughout summer and by fall I should be ready. We were in agreement with several issues and that made me feel confident that I am on the right path. There is one thing all of the bee keepers say is that there are a lot of differing opinons on how to tend to your bees. It isn't math with only one answer, there are a variety of ways to do things, but I liked what he said because I wanted no package bees from Georgia or Florida ....I hope to get some good ole' local bees that are accustomed to our conditions, carry no larvae beetle, etc. Funny, nobody in the school mentioned larvae beetle as this destructive pest is becoming more prevalent from southern bees, but the topic of Varroa mites was very popular...See? It pays to talk to your local experts. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see my first Robin? There were about 50 flitting about and chirping that day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the spectacular shades of green, celadon and seafoam on this huge rock.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beautiful Toohey did not fly off this time. Wish I had my long lens...ahem...a certain reader of this blog will know what happened to it...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How am I supposed to find antlers in these woods? This stupid vine is all over the place!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What? It is too warm for snow...what is this???</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Straange! I am sure there is a name for this growth but I am clueless, It is pretty though!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Busy beavers down by the river. Beavers, why do I never catch a glimpse of you? Or hear you for that matter?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are plenty of acorns left, maybe that is why my turkeys have not returned.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't that beauiful? What a pretty perch for a squirrel!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooh, the scary rock cliffs. If you read my previous post then this is where I was referring when I said I can be 'invisble.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div><a href="http://wvfarmtails.blogspot.com/2009/05/several-sunday-surprises.html"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Click to read the scary story one of my first blog posts</span>.</a></div><div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Tree porcupines! Kritter Keeper likes to rename things...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div align="center">Ah, a beautiful birdy lost its life but I am befuddled...I have no large yellowish birds...maybe an interior feather of a Dove?</div></td></tr>
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Ok, hope you had a nice walk and burned lots of calories! Now hop on over to <a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Farm Friend Friday</span></a> and follow some new friends to make their day!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQNvCKOj8aEs5khT5uVektyYbE3ywze9XnURQfqcxCIXPbtf_jMbsdjoXKBG_Kp5MOjgNsRew2g_pNGAnVunNQfkwFUHgqWMpa-cprHEMTsS_f6nymH5sM294pPntz7Qh1rf9VsqI2ns/s1600/farm+girl+friday+button+for+amy+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQNvCKOj8aEs5khT5uVektyYbE3ywze9XnURQfqcxCIXPbtf_jMbsdjoXKBG_Kp5MOjgNsRew2g_pNGAnVunNQfkwFUHgqWMpa-cprHEMTsS_f6nymH5sM294pPntz7Qh1rf9VsqI2ns/s320/farm+girl+friday+button+for+amy+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-3605348710730027382011-02-13T21:55:00.000-05:002011-02-13T21:55:33.757-05:00The Watch Crow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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"I was bow hunting in my camos near home when I came across something I had never seen before. A clump of thick bushes about eight feet in diameter was growing in the woods that were fairly open. I noticed a tunnel through the center and in the middle of the clump, the ground was bare and smooth with a nice big deer print in it. Aha! A buck bed! I crawled in to wait for the hapless deer. In the meantime, up on the hill, a flock of crows were noisily ganging up on some predator as they like to do. The noise came closer and then ceased. I could see the crows flying by so I gave a suckling noise on my hand that sounds something like a rabbit being killed. The crows were still high from their previous activity and immediately stopped to investigate. One remained on the tree top as a lookout while the others flew lower, from branch to branch. They craned their necks back and forth just like humans, bobbing their heads trying to see what was killing the rabbit. This was very humorous and I could barely keep from laughing out loud. Just then, a wood hawk flew by and smacked the watch crow from his perch causing the crow to fall about three feet. The crow finally recovered with a squawk, then he and his brothers silently flew away."<br />
...written by my Dad ~<br />
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</tbody></table>Today I received one of those clues only I didn't know it at the time. During my walk I saw a huge hawk silently fly away from the lane as I approached his feeding territory. I knew Dad would have loved to see the mighty wing span from a worm's eye view and I was thrilled to have spotted him. I don't often get to see that hawk unless I'm within the confines of our car. I knew I wanted to share his crow story but wasn't sure I could find it and it just hit me about the hawk. (sorry, no pun intended) I hadn't read the story for a long time and just remembered something about a 'watch crow'.<br />
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</tbody></table>So here's to you my dear sweet Father. Your last child will always carry with her your deep love for the great outdoors, the animals, the trees, the wildflowers and the birds. I walk my woods just as you walked your hunting grounds. I am quick with the eye just as you taught me to be keen and observant. I can be very quiet and almost invisible just as you were with those crows. If only you loved your strong capable body as I do mine. Unlike you, I will never smoke. I will exercise for the remainder of my years and preserve my heart to my best ability. Damn those cigarettes Dad, you had the genes to live to a hundred. I miss you tremendously. No one else in our family loved my wildlife stories as you did. No one else shared in the delight of finding a tiny hidden wildflower. No one else understood the sheer joy of being surrounded by nature's beauty and the magical feeling from listening to stillness of the woods. The wall divides us now. The silent wall where we on earth cannot see, cannot hear, cannot use our senses to penetrate this unknown world. Only faith can bring us together until it is my time. So keep on giving me clues, keep on reminding me that you are with me in spirit. And keep on sending me the 'watch crow' who loves to perch on top of the tallest tree in our backyard. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer evening at the table with my kitty doll that great Grammy made.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-88527850742966187612011-02-11T12:29:00.000-05:002011-02-11T12:29:42.207-05:00"Gone For Good" Farm Friend Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIbtKLPVD3CqPmllrWS4cT2WyQunKYW4Asm-LS-JLxVYs3wKcIVoUEaQ_J7glSeB2V0Y3fJquwL6i86wO_46H5z4LDHrdXwAI_GvNjNR4jCs8D79qLk5RM9mPQqichPtsT4RcYVW8JQI/s1600/bossy-boy-scrap-page-for-fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIbtKLPVD3CqPmllrWS4cT2WyQunKYW4Asm-LS-JLxVYs3wKcIVoUEaQ_J7glSeB2V0Y3fJquwL6i86wO_46H5z4LDHrdXwAI_GvNjNR4jCs8D79qLk5RM9mPQqichPtsT4RcYVW8JQI/s320/bossy-boy-scrap-page-for-fa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I walked the woods, hoping to find him. I faithfully fed each evening, hoping to see him. I purposedly hayed the horses late at night in case he needed total darkness to shield him. (they wait for me if they want a late night snack) His familiar form hidden in the shadows was not to be seen. I searched the edges of the cornfield where he bedded each evening, hoping to surprise him. I looked. I listened. I would call his name and they all just stared at me. I asked his new little companion buck who used to follow him, "where's Bossy Boy"? He just looked at me and trotted off. They know their names, they knew his name, they knew I was worried but the dividing line between human and wild animal does not permit question and answer as we know it. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh little Autumn, will you stay on the farm or leave me next year?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Hope is a very interesting little gift we have. Perhaps mine hid the obvious but this time of year is a strange one and I couldn't be sure. The deer didn't feed daily this time last year. Beauty Boy returned much too late compared to the previous years when the bucks would return. He would come and go. Bossy Boy didn't choose to feed daily either but he never stayed away more than three days. I prayed for something more obvious and I think I got it...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brownie's brood rules and gets 'first choice'.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Two days ago a bitter cold front came to our area bringing spitting snow but nothing unusual. It was a strange day. The sun would shine brightly then the clouds came, then the sun came back out and by evening, the cold settled in and icy flakes feathered down bringing with them 38 hungry deer. I have never had that many visit the corn yard. It was joyful and peaceful and the rhythmic sounds of the crunching of corn was music to my ears. Everyone was there but Bossy Boy. If there was ever a time to come and feed, that day would be it. For some reason the various herds decided they wanted corn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Long Tails herd is very skittish and run at the slightest sound.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I hear deer go away to die. I have read that they seek dense woods which I don't really have. The remains do not last long with the predators needing a meal. Did he cross the creek into the dangerous killing lands? Did he limp across the highway late at night and disappear into thicker woods? He couldn't have jumped our perimater fencing so those two options were the only ones he had...unless he found a little thicket on the farm to seek his final moments. My Bossy Boy is gone and yes, gone for good. I guess... <br />
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Be sure to join <a href="http://www.verdefarm.com/"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> Farm Friend Friday</span></a> hosted by Verde Farm. Take the weekend to browse the farm blogs, follow your favorites and make new friends!Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-81857831012445439892011-02-03T23:50:00.001-05:002011-02-03T23:51:39.376-05:00Farm Friend Friday - My Farm Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirg4SHWh53xyG6rjv_63YvSZxiZqlH1Wxx5av4_Q526iaL5Hn-PO1F5_SljYOn0EMrVYARQ5h1KdlIt1CN0gyv2ZvTpqdcrzy0syAhABolRwULUm4dXh8bPSgINuF6ou_Fx5USML7v-yc/s1600/elijah+training+a+horse+to+sit1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirg4SHWh53xyG6rjv_63YvSZxiZqlH1Wxx5av4_Q526iaL5Hn-PO1F5_SljYOn0EMrVYARQ5h1KdlIt1CN0gyv2ZvTpqdcrzy0syAhABolRwULUm4dXh8bPSgINuF6ou_Fx5USML7v-yc/s400/elijah+training+a+horse+to+sit1+copy.jpg" width="346" /></a></div>Now that we are living on our farm, I can always depend upon clearing my mind while caring for the horses and being outside. Cleaning two stalls is a snap, tidying up the barn, washing water buckets, feeding and caring for the horses, barn cats and deer are treasured tasks that I love completing. All are easy for me to do and I enjoy doing them. But my farm work is not hard, my life doesn't depend upon the outcome of my labors. And my mind, well, I find my thoughts wander back in the day....to the days where real farm work was done. To the times where your body ached from non stop activity that lasted easily into 10-16 hour long days no matter if you were a man or a woman.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fred Neal walking in Elijah's hay field. Fred would summer at Elijah's farm and that is how my Grampy and Grammy met....they knew eachother since they were babies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Floyd Fuller tending to his cows in Warren, VT</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I am blessed to share the blood of real farmers. Vermont farmers to be specific. Dairy cows, draft horses, driving horses, chickens, etc. Those were the days when horses were the machines. Big beautiful powerful cold blooded horses. My grandfathers (maternal and great) were excellent horse trainers though Elijah was the special one, the human who's gifts exceeded the norm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a sense of humor! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love to gaze at their photos. I love to wonder about all of their accomplishments. Oh, how I wish I could talk with all of them. Hattie, how many pies did you have to make each day when hay harvest time came and you had to single handily feed your husband, your four boys plus the working men for noon dinner? Elijah, how did you learn about medicinal plants, and cures for the horses and cows. How did you get to be sought out by your community when the local vet was unsuccessful? And that horse's leg that was broken, where in the world did you get the idea to hoist him in a sling to keep weight off his healing bone? It didn't matter how hard my great grandparents worked on their farm, they found time for others. They both were sought out in the community for helping the sick horses (Elijah) and sick humans (Hattie). Hattie would have been considered a nurse in today's world. Off she would go in her horse and buggy down the long winding Fuller hill and into the town of Warren to help those in need.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hattie wrote on the back of this pic that 'she looked mean but the sun was shining so brightly'.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My great Aunt Anna, Gena Davis Neal's sister. Anna loved her chicken babies and her french bull dogs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thankfully my grandfather was still alive as I reached adulthood and his descriptions of life as a farm boy have been recorded by the Vermont Cultural Center. One such story I do remember were the dances he so loved to attend. He was a talented fiddle player and was part of the instrumental group providing the music which allowed him a tiny bit of spending money. One evening he played until the dances ended at 3:30 in the wee hours! He never made it to bed and went directly to the barn to begin the long process of hand milking since he had a change of clothes. I think I remember him saying he didn't dare go into the house for fear of waking his parents and catching hell. He always laughed and said he would never pull that trick again! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Floyd Fuller who played the violin all his life with brother Claron who didn't play...funny.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grammy and Grampy Fuller</td></tr>
</tbody></table>My sister and I love to reminisce of our childhood days spent visiting our grandparents while vacationing in Randolph, Vermont. Grammy always had beautiful flower and vegetable gardens. She baked donuts for us in the mornings and delicious hot meals at noon. We thought it was very strange to eat dinner during the day and lunch in the evenings. I remember her working on her braided rugs. Thankfully I have a couple and a part of her lives with me in our home. She was so talented at decorating for Christmas and to this day we wonder where all those lovely treasures have disappeared to...sigh...those were the days!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elijah Fuller family with Fred Neal family. Young Floyd Fuller and young Gertrude Neal sitting down. Wonder what they would have thought at that time had someone told them they would be marry as adults?</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>These are my some of my favorite images. I see pride in their eyes, strength in their bodies, and a love and zest for their lives. I am very proud to be a part of my farm family and thinking of them and how hard they worked is a wonderful way to clear my mind and set things straight. Not that things are so crooked and clogged up there, but you know what I mean! ;~)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grammy with Lady in 1951. Grampie had just purchased the mare from the Hewitts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bossy's Boy suffered an arrow wound in his right shoulder from the 2009 killing season.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Bossy's Boy will be 4 years old this June. So far he has survived many killing seasons however his luck changed when he got hit by a car near Christmas. His left hind quarters are severally injured. He was improving steadily until he fell on his right knee so now the limping continues and a large hematoma can be seen. My poor thing showed himself at feed time on Christmas Day. I blogged about it in <a href="http://wvfarmtails.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bad-holiday-season.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The Good, The Bad, The Holiday Season. </span></a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bandit with his dark eyes is on the left and proud Bossy's Boy is on the right.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tanner who's tail has no black in it whatsoever, joined the farm in 2009. He was two and a half years old in this November photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brownie's yearling, Buttons who is Peanut's twin was my favorite little buck.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beauty's Boy is so handsome in his 'fawn' colored coat!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bossy's yearling twins, Red and Big Boy enjoy a grooming session since Bossy no longer loves on them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beauty's Boy and Red were good friends this summer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look how mature Big Boy grew to be at only about 17 months. Bossy always turns out big bucks and is the first to go into estrus.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of big bucks, Cappy is huge compared to his cousins. Cappy is the tall button buck on the left.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Probably one of the last times I saw Cappy. Either he left or he got hit by a car as I saw a young deer on the side of the road in December. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bandit's Boy is an exact image of his daddy. Look at his defiant expression!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I have several little button bucks that were born this spring. The dominant one is Bandit's Boy born to Cocoa who was born to my special Brownie July 2008. Cocoa keeps a close watch on him and the two are rarely apart. He is now learning to herd other deer including his mother who is probably telling him not to do that to her in this photo since he just finished nudging her butt. So very cute! <br />
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<div></div>Big Rocky is definately in love! He was smitten with the youngest of our family since she arrived in my arms as a kitten. You can read about that <a href="http://wvfarmtails.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-bad-cute.html">dismal day by clicking the the highlighted area</a>. He didn't mind that she had scrapes on her little body. He didn't mind that she was a tiny terror, and he loved her musical little chirps and high pitched squeaks right from the start. <br />
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</tbody></table>I had lunch with a horsey friend December 23rd. I was so excited to give them their gifts. One was a signed copy of 'Secretariat'! My friend and her mom are fabulous and I have known them for years. Jessie and my friend's gelding, Cyrano, were in love back in the day when we all used to board together. When we changed barns, I requested Jessie to be stalled beside Cyrano so they could peak at each other through the spaces between the boards. Cyrano and Jessie would travel together those days when we trained in Lexington even though we were not at the same riding level. Cyrano had a majestic look to him. He was very elegant and regal. I believe his whithers stood 17 hands tall. He and my friend were a perfect match and competed all the way up the levels to <a href="http://www.bromont3dayevent.com/english_home.htm">Bromont International ***CCI</a>. Every time I saw her or we spoke on the phone, I asked about him. Cyrano mysteriously broke his hind leg later that day. It was dangling and my friend who works for an equine vet knew it was the end and fed him as much grain as he wanted. Thankfully Cyrano didn't seem to be in pain and ate as though nothing was wrong. Thankfully the vet got there within 45 minutes and laid him to rest. Rest in peace dear Cyrano, although you were not mine, I still loved you and my tears flow for you as I type...<br />
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</tbody></table>Speaking of friends the day before Christmas the good husband calls and asks who decorated the gate. What in the world was he talking about? I asked my family members and thought one of the younger ones was fibbing when she told me no...nobody decorates our gate. I certainly didn't decorate our gate! I grabbed my camera and told the good husband to hold tight so I can see first hand. Oh my...was I in for a sweet surprise! I saw little cans of cat food dancing across the entire lane attached with twine, two red stockings at the latch with bundles of carrots at each gate end and so many fuzzy red and green mini stockings with each of our baby's name written on the fur. How cute is that? Little tears drizzled down my cheeks as I read the note from a young friend who also rides and has farm sat for us. How considerate, how thoughtful and how original! I was so happy and so pleased that she even thought that much of me to give my babies these gifts! Thank you dear M! That was my favorite gift!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am uncomfortable showing him injured...this was last November.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>My dear Bossy's Boy wobbled precariously side to side with legs that looked ready to break any minute. In shock, I just stood there and watched, trying to determine what was wrong. It was his back or hips. Either his hips were dislocated or a bone was broken somewhere in that area. I think it is the hip but nothing stuck out, the tail wiggles and there are times when a step is made that doesn't look awful but invariably the snow causes a fall. I was heartbroken. What in the world do I do? Dad always said 'do not play God'...but I think Dad would have shot him. I fed him corn, mixed with Blue's grain with some banamine. He ate it. The others left him alone but his mother Bossy was near. I stayed out there a long time just watching. I have come to the conclusion that he was hit by a car. He was home for good the week before and I was elated that he had survived another killing season. Then he was gone for a week and now this....Christmas is supposed to be happy not full of worry and concern.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January 2009 he came home with an arrow stuck in his side. This was taken 9/2010</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I fed and cleaned stall as usual two mornings later. The snow still blanketed the farm, the pond was still frozen and on my walk back up the driveway I noticed a large dark looking fox scampering up the hillside and into the thickets. Funny, I haven't seen my foxes for months and for some reason this summer, fall and now winter, I haven't seen my groundhogs, possums nor my raccoons who always would hang around for some leftover kernels. I spotted some trespassers on the tracks and took their photos. This was the second day in a row they walked past the farm which I didn't care for so I trekked up Cardiac Hill to get a bird's eye view and snapped more photos and found out where they lived. In this day and age, one never knows what is on the minds of strangers. But before I saw them go into their house, I saw this....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Oh no, I feared this for a long long time. For the first time since we owned the farm I heard the howling around the hill and at the edge of the farm at midnight sometime in October. I saw one in the fall just above the house while Sammy and I were in the driveway and I yelled at it so Beauty could have more time to escape. The coyote was not in hot pursuit and stopped to look at me and Sam for several seconds and then trotted off. Thankfully Sam did nothing. Unfortunately I haven't seen Beauty for some time now. I called a hunting friend who was supposed to come and seemed eager to hunt the coyote but each morning he came up with an excuse not to show up. Sigh....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happier days, Bandit, Bossy's Boy and little Buttons 9/2010</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wonder if my little Buttons survived leaving the farm?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The last of my guests left yesterday after a week's stay. I miss them but they are home safe. It was good to have my family visit the farm and celebrate Christmas, it is a blessing to have friends and to know you are thought of, it was good that I survived falling down the curved staircase three weeks ago with only bruises (yes that did happen!) it is good that our animals are fine and seem healthy and best of all it is good that my husband is by my side and we are fine. But it is bad that Cyrano is gone, Bossy's Boy can barely walk and the coyotes have decided that my land is their prime food source. It is bad that Daddy is no longer with us and that Mom continues to be severally depressed after three years. But the New Year will soon be here and we have so much to be thankful for. Whether good or bad, I am thankful for life's lessons and thankful that overall we had a wonderful holiday season! Happy New Year and may you experience good health and the love and warmth of family and friends!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYI1G7i1AagsSDyOMbKsB5bNAsw4cvsj4qBslCtJxRRoVnzxqX6_4l6wZRHEbk9XhYAk8fppsCoWFtbeI4PPB7fE06dgam-TEoMWGYPMqOghKudaoM6ari9In_1lfzD5ejKsHUnaJtFjw/s1600/139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYI1G7i1AagsSDyOMbKsB5bNAsw4cvsj4qBslCtJxRRoVnzxqX6_4l6wZRHEbk9XhYAk8fppsCoWFtbeI4PPB7fE06dgam-TEoMWGYPMqOghKudaoM6ari9In_1lfzD5ejKsHUnaJtFjw/s400/139.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>I saw so many little things I wanted but nothing grabbed me...until I peeked into a brightly lit but sparse room, so unlike the others, that housed rolled rugs with some just thrown here and there. This seemed to be a storage room, but wait!! What is this? Ah, look how she shines so patiently waiting for me to look at her. Ugh, her price was a bit high for this country girl from West Virginia. But I <em>wanted</em> her!!! So, off I went to find an attendant to ask if a discount could be had. <br />
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With Thanksgiving at an end, and Christmas coming up, I always go from room to room and make a mental note of what needs completing before company arrives and the holiday decorations go up. I can't help but gaze at some of my favorite finds and remember where and when I found them....my horsey sterling 'mint julep' cup comes from only one place and in that is in western Kentucky....Wakefield Scarce Galleries. I so hope I can find time and go back down to visit this wonderful collection of shops. I want to visit their Christmas Yule Shop! The bedding ensemble was special ordered from a large interior design store near Charleston, WV. I saw it in a catalog, waited for it to go on sale which it never did and I was so thankful I found it again! The special ribbon pillow was a recent find from another shop in Kentucky. Grammie was holding a neighbor's horse on a Sunday in early Summer. I think she looks so beautiful and her classic suit shows off her stylish taste. The oil painting was from a local shop and it reminded me of my Jessie. The painted cast iron toy is from Amish country in western Pennsylvania. Mom, Dad, the good husband and I traveled the area and browsed around in some antique stores. We timed it right and were able to visit an Amish fundraiser where all the monies collected goes into their hospital fund. It was very strange to be a minority in a large group of people. And finally, my precious Jessie is never tiring to look at. Although she is not inside (darn!) I can see her from the 'Old House Parlor'. I love her very very much and feel so fortunate that she has reached 26 years of age. I pray she lives decades more, blessed with perfect health, soundness and happiness!Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-47618858426046093842010-11-13T13:26:00.001-05:002010-11-13T13:50:13.113-05:00Seventh Heaven at Octoberfest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkP4mtinAQDe4eTiBNlowPEqFfBnilAzNmCDimKajk89GqW_Fn6EENQh0p2Wym3Q3gK25RbJ1hRdkDiE4GNu4L9EM4ghgbHHcyyByZu93ZAqbuLQS77QULjNdM4o2FNdP8ysRV01LSSY/s1600/jill+and+brownie+on+blue+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkP4mtinAQDe4eTiBNlowPEqFfBnilAzNmCDimKajk89GqW_Fn6EENQh0p2Wym3Q3gK25RbJ1hRdkDiE4GNu4L9EM4ghgbHHcyyByZu93ZAqbuLQS77QULjNdM4o2FNdP8ysRV01LSSY/s400/jill+and+brownie+on+blue+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I know, I know, my timing is a bit off but I have been so busy with Heritage Farm's blogging and developing a new website for my husband that I have neglecting poor Farmtails. Blue and I haven't competed for three years. I am not myself and something seems lost when I don't ride on a regular basis and test ourselves in competitions. But, with Daddy's passing in 2008 and with Blue's back issues it just didn't happen. Ah, before I forget, did you notice something peculiar about my photo? I never show my face in blogging but some of the pics were such fun to share so it was quite fitting to wear a few Photoshop masks since the competition was held over Halloween weekend! Don't you love my masks? <br />
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Aside from Jessie getting the hives and her upper legs swelled since she was at another farm before the show (ate a weird weed), getting a scary call Friday night from a friend that Jessie was lying down with her eyes and mouth open, locking my keys in my truck, running out of our prime timothy hay (for some reason the horses were hogs!) and hurting my back lifting an old leftover 120 pound bale up into the truck bed that my supplier had in his dark barn at 7 am, and worrying about a little yellow homeless kitty at the hotel, the weekend went well! </div>Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-18007644168108763662010-10-22T15:09:00.001-04:002010-10-22T22:58:10.433-04:00Heritage Farm Village<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4v__KjXAQxe87SpYuoYZa3pLNXPWBGz39LHbxcrH8NIQB73qTb3FmSXWqRTVCjwkkcqpvKmq6wsQS8BGfExUx5jkMAVNXG8sxfaWIHw9rhdyDd8y6oyXuecvVwsUXVostxjC174_dx8/s1600/heritage+farm+button+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4v__KjXAQxe87SpYuoYZa3pLNXPWBGz39LHbxcrH8NIQB73qTb3FmSXWqRTVCjwkkcqpvKmq6wsQS8BGfExUx5jkMAVNXG8sxfaWIHw9rhdyDd8y6oyXuecvVwsUXVostxjC174_dx8/s400/heritage+farm+button+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>A big thanks to <span id="goog_1153125660"></span><a href="http://heritagefarmwv.blogspot.com/">Heritage Farm</a>, a large tourist attraction in Huntington WV, <span id="goog_1153125661"></span>for contracting with me to design their blog! Voted one of the top Appalachia destinations by National Geographic Magazine, this 500 acre farm houses several museums, hosts classes, puts on festivals, has wonderful lodging and is a village in itself! <br />
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I would be so pleased if my bloggie buddies would join them and give them a welcome comment. Be sure to explore the site as you will enjoy seeing all they have to offer and maybe even you can come visit! Take a class, host a group, cozy up in one of the five inns or attend the huge Spring festival...I guarantee you will forget the 21st century and feel as though you stepped back into time!<br />
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A big virtual hug for those of you who joined them! I still have some tweaking to do but thanks again and next time I'll be back to blogging about our farm.Kritter Keeper at Farm Tailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12289022593889972949noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869081464991467583.post-36529022784859402302010-10-08T14:12:00.001-04:002010-10-08T14:15:20.452-04:00A Very Disturbing and Worrisome Gift!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV4q8qQpKNbJ6jMFyn48NiroblG8t_ZYNNT5t2RQJN7CtOEno5498re1didmWHqKKMe2wLVOPKNnpNNKlPzdd1aWfSHqLze_np3RhfYwvtN3x85nUPH0aOzmoKDcWZXHKiWGi-VTsejI/s1600/dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV4q8qQpKNbJ6jMFyn48NiroblG8t_ZYNNT5t2RQJN7CtOEno5498re1didmWHqKKMe2wLVOPKNnpNNKlPzdd1aWfSHqLze_np3RhfYwvtN3x85nUPH0aOzmoKDcWZXHKiWGi-VTsejI/s400/dad.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Today is Daddy's birthday and he would have been 80 years old had he not suddenly died from a heart attack February 13, 2008. I didn't cry today though I miss him terribly. Maybe a tear or two watered my eyes, but instead I thought about him alot. I thought about the life he lived from a child's view, of course! I thought about how much of him is in me when it comes to the love of the outdoors. Those thoughts are most comforting and I feel he can see our farm 'happenings' if he chooses. I thought about the subtle things he taught me which is why I can spot 4 leaf clovers while walking and not even be thinking about them. I found one the other day. I found two a couple of months ago. One time when I was hand grazing Jessie and actually looking for them, I found six! One of the most important things Daddy emphasized to me was to be observant. I think I am pretty good compared to most but I know I have missed a lot and need to get better...way better especially after today!<br />
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</tbody></table>The one thing he and I had in common was the love for the Whitetail though for different reasons. I never thought much about them until we moved to the farm. He used to hunt deer which was always deplorable to me as child, but he quit decades ago for reasons I never learned. Of course, I love my deer, name my deer and watch them pretty close each evening. He used to make gun noises and pretend he was shooting at my bucks while visiting our farm. Always teasing, always trying to get a rise out of me and of course I reacted exactly the way he wanted! <br />
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</tbody></table>Brownie was my first and favorite deer that I watch; she is probably 4-5 years old now and very dark brown, much more so than the others. Brownie is calm, sensible, and not skittish like her sister Bossy. Brownie has had three generations of fawns that I know of. Twins her first year (my research states this is rare, usually they have a single their first year), twins her second year, and twins her third year. However, after I have been searching through old photos, Long Horn and Wide Horn always stayed close by and Long Horn looks a lot like Nub so maybe he was her first born!<br />
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Brave One and Shy One are both females, both still hang out with her and both had female fawns their first term. Brave One now has twins and Shy One has one fawn.<br />
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Nub and Cocoa are Brownie's second set of twins. Nub was a buck and Cocoa is a doe who also still hangs around her mother. Nub is no longer with us and has been killed. Cocoa gave birth to her first male fawn who is very very shy. I loved Nub and rescued him from drowning in an old well though he was not tame like Buttons. Read <a href="http://wvfarmtails.blogspot.com/2009/02/defying-death.html"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Defying Death</span></a> which is a most gripping account of the rescue! <br />
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Buttons and Peanut are her third set of twins. Buttons allowed me to pet him this summer, a first for me but now I stay away and he has backed off as well. His rack is very mature like Nub's due to the corn. I pray he will be safe from the killing season. Peanut remains very small but is such a cute little doe. Peanut had a fat stomach this summer which worried me. Her stomach seemed swollen and I was wondering if she was extra wormy. She was born last July. Brownie's eustrus is very late and occurs in January. It takes about 200 days before the fawns are born. I also figured maybe Peanut was just a corn hog and prayed it wasn't an illness, and thank heavens I didn't try to deworm her!<br />
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For me, gifts can be given in a more spiritual sense. I believe I recieve all sorts of gifts on this farm. I am privy to spot the most unusual, the most fleeting, and the most rare. The ability to be in the right place at the right time and to be in the present moment so that you can see or hear something that is spectacular is extremely rewarding. One time I was fortunate to look out the window at the right time and see an all white Great Heron. They are extremely shy birds and usually they are colored with varying shades of blues and grays. Not this one, it was pure white and yes, it was a heron! I never saw it again.<br />
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I had a riding lesson to give, so I had to bring the horses in around 5pm. Usually I bring them in at dusk. It was a spectacular day with a clear blue sky and a bit of a breeze. I didn't see much on the way, no turtles sunbathing on the old sunken log, no blue birds flitting about, no hawks tag teaming and screeching for a meal, and thankfully no trains, planes or automobiles disturbed the peace and quiet. Then, while almost to the gate, I saw the most unusual vision and most out of place little 'being' in the middle of the gravel road staring at me. What the ? I had <em>just</em> walked down the lane an hour or so prior and saw absolutely nothing...<br />
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</tbody></table>A three to four week old fawn with star bright spots and a very red coat was staring at me. What is going on? This is October 7th! Even Brownie's new twins have faded spots! Dumbfounded, I racked my brain for an answer and came up blank. It didn't move when I spoke. Why not? That was a big clue that I missed. I inwardly damned myself for not carrying the camera which was at the barn. The clock was ticking and I had to get the horses. Darn...I got Jessie and Blue and feverishly prayed that the baby would still be there because there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity.<br />
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My prayers were answered! Brave One and her two twins and Peanut were visible and meandering about. I spotted Cocoa was hidden at the edge of the woods. Baby fawn was grazing on down against the fence line with not a care in the world while Peanut looked a bit nervous blocking me. Peanut, I asked, is that you? She turned away and raised her tail and then I saw my proof....a little bulging 'milk sack'! OMG! Peanut is the mother! Peanut who is barely a year old and who got impregnated around 7 months! How can this be?? I couldn't wait until I could research the 'net. I wished I could ask Daddy, he would know; I thought of Willard, the author of a blog I follow from Pennsylvania who is a former DNR employee, and to this moment I am hoping he will read my post and educate me . I did find only one entry online that said it was possible for fawns to be impregnated at 6 months (all the others say 18 months) providing its size was large and the food source was plentiful. Well, I can vouch for the food source but little Peanut is tiny! And come to think of it, Peanut has not darted away from the bucks this week. Bossy runs from them but Cocoa and Peanut have not...hmmmm. Most would say it is too early but no way, not on this farm. Their coats turned gray earlier this year. Everything is going to be early I fear which is why I worry about that little fawn....<br />
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Where is this baby's winter coat? It hasn't much time to learn anything and missed a complete semester of Summer school! No time to put on a lot of fat. Winter comes early now and can be harsh as last January we didn't see temps go above 32 degrees for the entire month, and this little thing is tiny! Its neck does look thicker, so maybe it is a boy. I pray a trespasser doesn't hurt it during the killing season. I pray no stray dogs find it as they were scarce this summer but one was giving chase this morning driving my dogs absolutely crazy. And by the way I haven't seen my Brownie nor her twins for about 4 days now...that worries me. She is always there at feed time, maybe she is helping Peanut babysit. Peanut came down each evening this week, but not Brownie... and they do help eachother babysit, I see that all the time!<br />
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So, dear Daddy, Happy Birthday to you. I can no longer give you material gifts, but maybe seeing this strange little fawn for the first time on the very day of your 80th year is a gift that we can share. I Love you Daddy, thank you for being my father, and thank for all of your gifts you so generously passed on to me!<br />
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