Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Wild things

Now that the weather has turned, we're filling our feeder with black oil sunflower seeds again. News gets around fast; along with the birds, the lovely Western gray squirrels are back, and this morning I had to scare a young raccoon away before I could let the dogs out to relieve their bladders (it was dark; I didn't get a photo).

Yesterday while riding I noticed our neighbor to the east had visitors. The "meadow rats" are welcomed there, even fed treats; you can tell they are comfortable. I hope our dogs keep them from being as comfortable across the fence line!

Speaking of dogs, we are back to a pack of two; after a year and a month, Mighty Mouse has left the building. Dicey has gone to live with the woman who first fostered her and dearly loved her, but couldn't keep her because of two other chihuahuas in residence (one was viciously dominant). Those chihuahuas have now crossed the Rainbow Bridge, so Dicey will get to be a spoiled only pet and help fill an empty heart and home. She'll probably appreciate a quieter place; she won't have to dodge big dogs and wrestling menfolk.

Shoot; I'd appreciate a quieter place! I'm not sure our furniture – or our house – can stand much more of this!

Down in the fold tonight it wasn't much better. Sisters Bree and Babette were going at it something fierce; I think hormones must be raging. To break things up I took Babette out of the fold for a bigger coat and a pedicure. You know what that means – fleece shots. ;-)

That's it for now from wild and crazy . . .

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Putting away, topping off, battening down, cleaning up

Wednesday morning's sunrise, ushering in the last of three gorgeous fall days:
While I was on the deck capturing the above, I heard a buzz behind me. Carefully turning, I saw this and caught my breath:

Good idea, little guy; time to top off the tanks and brace for change. Rain began Wednesday night as forecast, and the wind picked up over Thursday as the first big storm of the season arrived. We got vehicles and other equipment under cover, filled stock tanks, charged phones – and a little late in the game, Rick decided to clean out the gutter on the horses' paddock roof:
We lost power for about six hours starting Thursday evening at 8:30, and woke up to the associated "litter" Friday morning – along with a dramatic sunrise:
Benny approves of the blow-down buffet

This is definitely mushroom weather!
At least we didn't have to deal with tornado damage!

We were supposed to get a bigger storm today, but so far it has been about the same as Thursday night's. More branches were littering the driveway when we got home from church (we were prepared – we had a chainsaw in the trunk!); our burn pile will be bolstered by all the debris.

How is the weather in your neck of the woods?

That's it for now from . . .

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Silver linings, seized moments

Instead of desperately wishing I was spending these last precious dry days weeding (yikes!), picking (no chance in the last two weeks to even see what's out there), and planting (garlic from my neighbor) in my garden and getting in some rides on my horse, I will be thankful for time to catch up on blogging and make progress on my gift-knitting. And while driving to work at Rick's clinic this morning, I did something I often think about but rarely do – stop and capture the beauty that floods the senses this time of year:

Yesterday morning's sunrise was pretty special, too:

The weather was certainly nice for Brian's soccer game last night:
Next week's games – his last – will no doubt be played in the rain. Then it's on to basketball!

That's it for now from . . .

Monday, October 10, 2016

Catsup, catch-up

Let's see; catsup is made from tomatoes.
Tomatoes are often red; so are these trees in town:

I'm in town right now covering for Rick's vacationing secretary, taking a break from knitting this:

but wishing I was home being productive like this girl and her friends:
But I'm not in control of my own schedule, so I might as well smell the roses flowers,

and watch the sun rise,

before dashing off through another crazy day.

That's it for now from . . .