This is so exciting!
A family of squirrels fell in love with the swather.
Their very own playground (for a spell, at least).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes the unique occurs…Marianne from Northview Diary sent me this:
I like to go for rides! In the Pick-Up with Mom and Dad.
I get to see lots and lots of stuff. I like learning about STUFF!
Mom makes me wear my harness; as soon as she puts it on, I KNOW! WHEEEEE! Off we get to go!
I don’t whine or meow or anything. When I get tired, I curl up on Mom’s lap and sleep.
I have, also, figured out MICE! I watched Mindy bring Mice to Mom and get lots and lots of pets for bringing Mom mice. So I got Mom a mouse also.
That Mouse was LOTS of FUN! I played with it here and there and, well, gosh everywhere.
No, I didn’t eat it. I only eat cereal and yummy stuff in a can. The eating mouse thing, Mindy does I just don’t get.
Anyway…I AM A BIG KID NOW!
TLC Cai-Cai
Well, since you don’t really listen to me, or take my advice—yes,
I have seen you clear out by the Butler Bins—-you need to get this through your fluffy head…
RUN! RUNNNN! GET OUT OF THERE!
TLC CAI-CAI!!!!!!
there is a fox out there!
Fox EAT CATS!!!!
Let that sink in…STAY. AT. The. Butler BINS!!!
Huff, huff.
Well, on with your lesson. We live on a farm. We don’t live in town, or in a clump of houses called a sub-division, or on a ranch.
We live where Dad works the land—plowing, planting, marking, watering, growing, and then harvesting.
Farms grow foodstuffs.
A Ranch grows Grass. Grass called Pasture. Pasture lands for animals.
Not us…yes, I know we are animals.
Big animals, cows, horses, sheep, goats, those sorts of animals.
Oh! Just so you know. Come winter, after the crops are gone from the farm, then cows come. They eat up all the dried-up grasses and weeds and alfalfa, and left-over corn stalks.
“Are we a ranch then?”
“No, we are a guest hotel for a rancher and all his cows” I replied.
So, now you know, we live on a farm. We grow pasture grasses, alfalfa; three big fields of alfalfa, which Dad and Mom turn into hay, and corn. The corn is field corn, not sweet corn. Although, the cows think it is pretty sweet and yummy.
Our corn is the kind of corn that goes for food like cereal, and food for animals; like chickens, cows, goats, etc.”
Okay, so now you know…we live on a farm.
Next time I will teach you more about the farm.
Until then you stay out of the cornfield, there are foxes in there!
Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min