Last week was a pretty busy week for me as the hubby went on his winter vacation. That left me with the care and feeding of all of the animals. I really don’t like the chickens and caring for them is just plain disgusting. They poop EVERYWHERE. In their food, in their water – they don’t care. Stupid birds. Of course, like last year part of the week was frozen time which means thawing chicken waterers and other such farm fun.
We take separate vacations because of the animals. The joys of farm living. They just require too much care to ask a friend to do especially the goats. So this beautiful retirement of time spent together has led to separate vacations. Irony is a beautiful thing.
The weather for the week was bizarre to say the least. The whole country is experiencing very strange weather and my little piece of paradise is not immune. It started out well below freezing and grey, grey, grey – typical Montana winter. They all within two days at the end of the week I saw: heavy winds, over an inch of rain, snow, freezing rain, popcorn snow and today? Well today it is sunny and inching up to the high 40ies.
TELL ME ANY OF THIS MAKES SENSE!
The farm cats finally received the Christmas toys I ordered for them in early December. I don’t know what caused the delay but I really don’t think the cats cared. They were quite excited to have something new to destroy.
Harry was very possessive of his valerian sheep. I ordered a goat. Two goats as a matter of fact but I received a sheep and a cow. I don’t think the cats care about that either.
They also got some new treats that were well received. Freeze dried shrimp.
The farm cats aren’t spoiled.
Not one bit.
I had several bad days due to the weather. It really impacts how I feel. It slows me down and makes me very, very grouchy. Maybe it was good that I was alone. I am not pleasant to be around when my headis pounding. Sherpa was exceptionally affectionate all week and he is not a cuddly cat. He was always next to me or sitting in my lap. He even slept right next to me. Surprised the heck out of me. It was so sweet.
Cats know when we aren’t feeling well. Even the contrary ones.