Buck Buck Buck

The label on the feed sack said "Deer Corn," but apparently the deer don't know this product exists.  So basically we're shelling out the dough to feed our free range chickens.  I don't think a mounted chicken head would have the same effect that a 12 point Boone and Crockett would...even if it were a rooster...with a freak comb.  

A Shoe In

Isn't she beautiful?  This is the newest member of the family.  She came home with us on Thanksgiving day.  We thought of calling her "Macy" (like the parade) but so far we only call her "Kitty," "Pretty Kitty"...and, on occassion, "Brat Cat" (this would be when she does things like climb up our Christmas tree and shake it until everything falls down and breaks...or when she climbs up into a potted plant and kicks all of the dirt out of it).   But, who could get mad at her?  Not me!  I just love her!!!  It all started when we got Snickers (my first cat) and I fell in love.  Now I have an extra soft spot for this little one.  I snapped the above picture of Kitty as she was circling around and around desperately trying to snuggle into my shoe. 

Snug as a Roo in a Robe

That’s my little Roo…content as can be… nestled in my clean, white, plush, robe…on my bed…even thought she isn’t allowed there anymore since I bought a new bedspread.  Oh the pleasures of the forbidden!  She makes me think about all of the times I wasn’t allowed to do certain things…but did them anyway…only to feel remorse and ultimately only wanted to wrap myself in the loving arms of my mother…the bestest most safest place in the world.