Sunday, May 15, 2011
About 3am, I sat upright and shrieked that something was after the chickens. Farmer Trav ran downstairs, collecting his shoes and flashlight and gun on the way down. We could hear squawking and a general uproar outside in the chicken pen.
Farmer Trav ran outside and spotted a set of eyes off at the back of the enclosure. He took a shot, and was rewarded with grunting and growling. The eyes ran towards him, then back again. a second shot was met only with silence.
This morning, we found lots of feathers, and a very dead chicken. No prints, no remains of a predator, nothing.
So security has been beefed up here at the Farm. Motion censor lights, better spot and flashlights and attack plans are in place. The chickens are scared, but we have a plan.
Our little chicken will not have died in vain.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
I kind of chuckled to myself, wondering how I was going to call a cat that may not speak English. This wonderful kitty has ended up being one of my favorite personalities! She is very expressive, demands to sleep on her own pillow (but only after it has been warmed up by your head) and also follows me in a remarkably canine fashion. Actually, last week we walked all the way down to our mailbox, and Croatia followed us the whole way!
So however she ended up here, we love her and are so glad that she is here. I also have a sneaking suspicion that she is bilingual.