- The bluebirds are back. They are flitting around the faux starling house on the highest post of the round pen, just like last year. I don't know if this means they have moved in there or of it is just a good place to catch bugs. They are welcome either way.
- On the same note, the back yard bird feeders are seeing some action. We set up a sunflower feeder, a thistle feeder & a wild bird mix feeder (& plan to add a cracked corn feeder) on a four-way thing A got me last year.
- We had no winter to speak of; no hard freeze so far. This has meant a lot of work re: weeding because they never died back. On the flip side, the roses are thriving.
- Becca (the horse) was diagnosed with Cushings late last year. Did I ever say? I don't remember. Anyhow, she is on 1 mg of peroglide a day & doing much much better. Last week, she was RUNNING.
- Rebecca (the cow) AKA Cowgirl AKA Her Ladyship has become hand trained. Kinda. We have a routine in which she gets a treat from me when I walk into the pasture & when I walk out. This keeps her from crowding me while I am trying to work. She learned this routine in a SHOCKINGLY brief period of time. I mean maybe four days. I can never eat beef again. It would be like eating dolphin. Or dog.
- The kittens are still here, three of them anyhow. They are just barely kittens now as they are coming up on 1 year old, but they are so much younger than the other two cats I suspect they will be The Kittens for the rest of their lives. One of them has taken to killing snakes-more on this in another post.
- I am not yet running like I want to. I am walking. I am walking a lot. I usually bring one of the dogs because since the kittens arrived, the big dogs don't get the backyard time they used.
- I am feeling mostly better. I still have a catch-cough, but that is likely to linger for quite some time. The DR gave me an inhaler but it makes me feel weird, so I have never used it. If I have never used it, how do I know how it makes me feel? It is the portable version of what she gave me in the office to stop my coughing long enough to do an X-ray, among other reasons. I liked not coughing, but the other side effects were yucky. It was like being hyper-paranoid but without the paranoia. I really don't know how else to describe it.
It doesn't sound like much, but it all takes a shocking amount of time. It doesn't help that I am hardly a ball of fire these days.