Too much Tuesday

It really is turning into spring.........I am greeted by a frog chorus right outside my door morning and night. Last year I was the lucky recipient of thousands of frog eggs and tadpoles........courtesy of my neighbors with an old swimming pool and so now I have a virtual frog festival. I love to hear them.......really I do. I always remember being a Brownie (do they have Brownies anymore????) and being taught about nature's warning signs...........one of them was when frogs suddenly quit croaking........it means a predator is about.........another was the scolding of a Blue Jay.........funny how you remember stuff, isn't it?
Now that I have told you I was a Brownie........I probably sound like I am ready for a walker and depends..........HAH> not quite yet.

The mare drama continues at the farm........all the girls are in heat and the boys are bewildered. There is squealing and kicking.........and then more squealing. Good golly.........enough already.

Vinnie has been adopted. He is leaving on Friday. I will transport him to Seattle and he will be picked up by horse transport. Congratulations Tanna! I am going to miss him. He has quickly become one of my favorites.......so handsome and such a boy. Good luck to the both of you and let us hear from you often!

Sunday we had a memorial service for my grandma. Most of the family was there. Funny, I had not seen some of the kids for a long time....they are getting so grown up. The weather cooperated and we had a nice little service. RIP Grandma.

The barn cats are finally going out and hunting.........hopefully they are after the rats.....we have a bumper crop and I do not want to resort to poison. I hate poison. I hate the word......the concept..........I don't want to poison anything....not even a rat. Maybe I should import some weasels???????? I had a family of weasels living at my last house....under the woodshed.........rarely saw them.........early in the morning and once when the cat cornered a young one..........what a scream they have.........and a stink........I had to save the cat from the adult weasels.....but that is another story.

Sophie is a crabby old bat. I have had to put signs up to warn volunteers.........she kicks, she bites.........we have to be careful. She must be haltered and contained when you enter her stall. We don't want to be mean but we also have to have rules. NO kicking.....no biting .....so she must be managed and we have to be strict......but kind. No hand feeding and we leave her alone while she eats. We have to give her some time, she has been through a lot, her skin is raw, her feet hurt and she is afraid that she won't get enough to eat........sad, isn't it? Sophie will be hard to adopt out if her behavior doesn't come around.

Off to eat dinner.........watch American Idol.......go to bed and do it all over again.

Pony UP fortune for tomorrow:

Mind over matter........if you think you can or cannot........you can or cannot.