Yes! Oh! Yes! I feed the birds! I love seeing who comes to the feeder. (The Red-Winged Blackbirds are back —-early!)
And I love the sound of wings swooshing into the air
Yep! I just their presence feeds my soul
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The gentle colors of winter really haven’t arrived (yet).
(Taken from my archives)
The pinks and mauves and shades of lavender only show up just before a storm or after one.
(From years ago)
The storms have been rare.
Instead, we are still being gifted with the fiery reds and yellows of Summer and Autumn.
(This was in February 2021)
We are in desperate need of snow. For sure in the mountains. Maybe come February!
Only time will tell.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
No more chasing this one (or her sister)—ever! She/they has gone to the calving ground!
YAY!!!
Double YAY!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Well, almost!
We still have some new moms and their new babies here.
That’s okay. New moms stay really busy!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Despite being thrown away.
Despite not knowing how to eat and not finding anything to eat for days and days and days
Despite being locked in Dad’s shed until my backbone met my tummy
Despite TLC
I am finally! Finally Home!
Life is good!
I have hoomans in my life again.
I have a dog I can love again!
All the food I want to eat
Whenever I want to eat it.
A lap to lie on
Mom to brush and pet me
A soft bed to sleep on
I get to go outside!!! Mom says I must have never gone outside in all my many years of my former life, because I don’t know how to use the big outdoors kitty box. I have to come in and use the inside kitty box.
No matter! Everything is good now.
I’m home!
Mr. Hobbs (Hobbs for short)
At some point today, a few of the cows will be heading to richer pastures. I sure hope those twin disasters!
I’ll let you know!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Today I am 77! Who would have ever thought
My birthday party of Momma’s (and my) friends.
I am the one at the edge of the photo with my hand up and smiling at that little boy or Dixie, my bestest friend in life and forever. Dixie has her head turned, looking behind her.
My brother is on the other edge, looking at all of us.
I just turned 5. Many, many years ago.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I was walking around (without any furry helpers) trying to find out where that dastardly cow got off too. There are two of them, the last three numbers are: 394 and 395…see sisters or twins, or purchased together)
When I startled a sweet little fox. The photo is poor, but, oh well.
I wonder if it is one that was a friend of Fuzzy’s years ago. Or at least a descendant of that fox.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Either her or 2394 is out.
Constantly
And chasing her (them) to put them back in is a constant pain
GRRRRR
This one had to go all the way down the lane, onto the road, and into the canal across the way.
At the end of January, they will go to the calving ground—GOOD!
Which will have me delighted to see these two go.
The others are nice, sweet, docile, and STAY in the fence!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I! DO! NOT! GET! IT! Mom says I have to be NICE!!! N!I!C!E!
Really!
“Yes, TLC, Really!” Mom picked me up and gave me kisses all over my face and on my nose. I gave Mom Kitty love eyes, then I SAAAASED at Mom!
NO! I! DO! NOT!
“Why not?” asked Boo Berry, “Mr. Hobbs is really nice.”
BE! CAUSE! I! WANT! TO! BE! THE! ONLY! CAT!!!
TLC
(This is a huge work in progress. TLC is continually mad. (We are making headway, but oh, is, it, slow), Mr. Hobbs is quiet, sweet, loves pets, and has picked Dad as his person. It should work out. But so far —- not so much.)
Life on a Colorado Farm 