Yes, I know they are up in the sky!!! But! If I get on the wood hauler, maybe I could jump as high as the house. Then I could be tall, and WHaM, get a bird!
“TLC! You are too little and too precious to be thinking of flying. Come in. It’s cold outside.” Mom told me as she picked me up to go into the house.
I guess that is that!
TLC
No kennel just long walks with Mom and Dad doing whatever they are doing!!
Always makes me SMILE big!
Boo Berry
This is one holiday I LOVE!
I got presents from one room to the next
PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFET!
TLC Cai-Cai
Mom says it’s almost the end of the year. Whatever that means.
End! End of the year? What does that mean?
I don’t see any end.
Everything pretty much seems the same to me.
Sometimes you are annoying, Boo Berry!
MOM!!!! MOM!! I want to come in and have a nap!
MOM!!!
“Celebrate endings—for they precede new beginnings.”– Jonathan Lockwood Huie
TLC
These THINGS are here now!
I must look at the farm from a different angle—can’t get out there and get stomped on.
Yes! They do try to stomp on cats!
Or kick them and watch them fly through the air.
So…nope! No way am I patrolling by the grain bins, the equipment storage area, or the edge of the fields.
Nope, no way.
(Me either!!! Boo Berry)
TLC
We haven’t seen our shadows for a while…but they are back!
TLC and I like Shadows.
Mom likes shadows more than I do.
TLC doesn’t like his shadow to be seen, but he does like to see the hawk’s or the owl’s shadow because that means HIDE!
The days are cold and dry, but they do warm up a tad around noon to three,
so Mom, TLC, and I go for a walk,
and Mom looks for Shadows!
Boo Berry and TLC
We were out walking—Boo Berry
TL and I.
When I turned onto the bridge and looked back at the one lagging behind
TLC. Just as the sun crested the cornfield and lit up our world.
Stunning. Really! Just stunning.
“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.”–Coco Chanel
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I wonder why they call it Black Friday.
It’s not very black today. Actually, I’ve never really seen a BLACK day….some pretty dark nights, but never black truly.
When it’s night I wouldn’t call it black—pretty dark, but never Black.
I’m black, well, parts of me are. There is a wild black kitty that lives somewhere here on the farm, but not a BLACK day.
Hoomans are soooooooooo strange!
Boo Berry
My oldest human sister bought me an amazing gift!
It sounds like a real bird, it flops like a real bird and tastes like a real bird.
I LIKE IT!
Mom is always taking the real birds away from me. She says I can’t eat real birds only mice. She then puts the real birds somewhere….I look but I can never find them.
Wherever Mom puts them I hear Mom say—“Now you are safe! Heal quickly and fly away.”
I have to really attack this bird so Mom will leave it alone.
BIRD! BIRD! BIRD! BIRD IS THE WORD!!!!!
TLC
BIG MACHINES!!!
All in the yard
Moving THROUGH the YARD
RUN TLC RUN!!! It’s Corn HARVEST!!!
Boo Berry
Life on a Colorado Farm 