On my little chunk of paradise we have mostly girls that live here. And most of those girls are just plain crazy. A few little introductions.
First we have a lab mix pup of about a year old. We got her last summer from our local shelter. She has been trying our patience to say the least. I’ve lost hoses, sprinklers, kid toys by the dozens, shoes, plants, and garden tool handles all to her chewing. She has chased chickens and cats and harasses the old dog to no end. But, her saving grace is that she is the sweetest dog with the kids. They climb on her, fall on her, sit on her, and pull on her but she does nothing but look incredibly happy to be getting attention. She isn’t the smartest dog but I think she just might be the sweetest. She is a good running partner and she will actually call off of chasing rabbits or whatever other critter she sees. She is also a good mouser. One last problem with her is that she digs holes after those mice and voles. Ah, well. Oh, and her name is Kyra.
Buddy, is our old Border Collie. We have had him for 13 years. Since he was about 6 weeks old. He is our best friend and grumpy old man. He has started to get pretty stiff-jointed, has gone salt and pepper around his muzzle, is going deaf, and his eyes are cloudy. He still plays with the pup and cuddles the kids though. We are grateful for every day we have him now. Our whole family will be basket cases when he goes. He has been there for my husband and I’s entire marriage and then some. He is nervous and asthmatic but that isn’t due to being old. He’s always been like that.
Ledora or Leddy. The cat. She came as a pair with her brother, Fred. We lost Fred to a UPS driver. This has meant that over the winter Leddy has become a partially indoor cat. I couldn’t make her be outside all the time when we had -30 degree weather. Especially when there was no one to cuddle with. She is a great kids cat. She lets those kids do just about whatever they want to her. She technically belongs to my three-year-old and it is evident from the tossing around she puts up with, purring the entire time. We are going to be adding to our kitty collection here shortly as kittens are being weaned as we speak. My son will be picking one out to replace Fred.
The chickens. Big Red, Chicken Little, and Goldie. I never thought chickens would be funny but they are hilarious. And frustrating. Goldie and Chicken Little can get out of just about anything. Goldie is a skinny Buff Orpington that lays the biggest eggs we get. She is also our friendliest chicken. The kids pick her up no problem and she comes when you call her. The Rhode Island Reds aren’t as friendly as this but they come when called too, and Chicken Little lets you pick her up sometimes. Big Red is an interesting chicken. As a chick Kyra, the dog, got into the brooder and sucked on everyone, but especially Big Red. I think it addled Big Red’s brain. That silly chicken can’t figure out how to get out of their pen nor can she seem to find her way back in when I let her out. In the evening when they have all been out roaming around chasing bugs and scratching my garden up, Chicken Little and Goldie will find their way back to the coop and go to bed. Big Red seems to get lost and then comes up on our back porch, knocks on the glass door by pecking it and then will let you pick her up and take her home. This is really the only time she lets anyone pick her up. All the while she makes little chirping noises as if to say, “I can’t find my way home. Can you please help a girl out?” As soon as she is back in the pen she gets ornery again and is ready to be down and away from the person who rescued her. Silly bird.
So there you have our crazy bunch of critters. We want to get others eventually as well but little by little. We need someone to graze the pasture. I don’t know what critters that will be but time will tell. So will the price of hay.