Moses Squeaker Pants (our little rescued sparrow) was released back into the wild. We drove 5 miles to let him go near the Yakima river. We figured if one of the (many) cats around here ended up with a sparrow in its mouth, we wanted some peace of mind, that it wasn’t Moses. We packed his lunch box and packed up the 4 teens for the send off. Pat gently threw the little bird off toward the trees. It was a beautiful moment, there should have been music playing gently in the back ground, but then Moses turned around and flew right into Pat’s head. Pat threw him again, we held our breath, Moses flew and turned back to land on the truck. Pat picked Moses up, put him on a bush and we piled quickly into the truck. The goodbyes ended swiftly as the spot we’d picked was infested with mosquitoes and we were being eaten alive! However, we did leave knowing there would be plenty of bugs for him to eat.
It does appear, that we really do have 3 fierce and mighty barn kittens. Tigger & Pooh have happily accepted Roo as one of their own. Roo is currently just a small ball of fluff that purrs. Honestly, I am not a cat person however, I am not a ‘rodent’ person either, so I am hoping that if nothing else this little trio might possibly ‘play’ a mice or two to death. The older-shorter teen is our resident cat whisper and keeps finding more of them! All I can think about is the book from my childhood… Millions and Millions of Cats
…. please, Lord NO!
One sweet friend has asked us if we ‘relax’ in the evening. Well, we ‘horse relax’, after dinner Pat and I go out to our horses (you’ve no idea how that statement makes me smile.. “our horses”). Dixie is a yearling (horse word for one year old) so she knows nothing. First she must be ‘caught’, Pat goes quietly up to attach her lead rope. The first time the ‘little’ 700 pound filly reared up high on her hind legs. As you can imagine bringing her along takes caution and patience, so I’m glad Pat can teach us both. Once caught, we brush them and give them grain. Grain to horses is like chocolate chip cookies to me, they smack their horse lips and lick the bottom of the bucket to get the last crumb. And somehow, in an amazing way, this is relaxing….
