I have often found
Mem’ries given way to stress
Relief I still there find
Each year when spring starts, I receive a reminder to make sure my dog knows not to eat any bees or to be on the lookout in case he does and needs any medical attention. Even though I live on a farm, I find I haven’t ever needed to worry about Vincent eating any bees. We keep bees and when he was still a pup (though he was almost full grown at that point), he followed my sister when she went to check on the hive once it had become warm enough to safely open it.
My sister had no idea he was with her, or she would have made certain he wasn’t there when she opened the hive.
I was with the chickens and ducks with my nephew and niece because we were clipping their wings when my dog came barreling around the gate trying to get the bees out of his fur. We dropped the birds and immediately helped him. He had a few stings, but was otherwise fine and the baking soda/water mixture I use worked just fine for him. It was a while before he’d walk over by the house on that side.
He does try to eat other bugs, but I’ve never had any problems with him and bees since then.
The same cannot be said for my eldest nephew’s cat, Little Brother…
That moment when seen
A too cold and tired bean
So I just realized that I posted the Wednesday post a whole day early on accident. This is what happens when you’re sick and also trying to pack up a whole room at the same time.
The world is silent
Hold your breath and count to ten
Open eyes again
image: from martha0stout’s phone
When you’re having a down day
I know what you need
A kitten running at speed
So Little Brother (the runt of my nephew’s cat’s litter who is the loudest kitten I have ever lived with. And that’s saying something) likes to go at breakneck speeds all over the house and tries to run through furniture instead of over or around it like his brothers. He almost made it through the chair I’m sitting on, but his back legs got caught and he just kind of hung there for a moment as if he couldn’t understand how this had happened.
It was hilarious.
(Don’t worry, he wasn’t hurt.)
So today I’m grateful for that silly little kitten.
Check out the original Thankful Thursday.
People say turkeys
Are dumb and cannot fly high
I know that they can
I am trying a type of poem that I haven’t in a long while, a haiku.
Mostly because I came across a funny cartoon where a turkey is asking why they were made to be dumb and not able to fly. I have turkeys here on my farm and they aren’t dumb at all and they can fly so we had to put netting up all across the top of their enclosure while keeping them in the garage in the meantime. They love to perch way up high in the rafters and I wish that my garage was kinder to my camera so I could show everyone.
It’s true that most turkeys are bred today in such a way that does make them really stupid (the ones you can buy to raise from most stores that sell them will drown themselves in the rain on accident). We lucked out and got a tom and two jennies that were smart enough to keep themselves alive so long as we can keep them in the yard and safe from predators. (Mostly because our tom turkey, Cid, is the biggest coward ever. He’ll make lots of noise. As he runs away. The jennies, Misha and Edea are more willing to protect their chicks than Cid is.)
There is nothing as precious as watching your nephew’s new kitten playing with the dog after, for the first time, hiding behind that dog and seeking safety from another cat.
Cory’s kitten, Loki was running away from my cat, Usako and hid behind our dog Vincent. I have pictures but can’t get them from my phone just yet, probably will tomorrow.
After Loki realized he’d hid behind someone he was usually afraid of, they then spent ten or so minutes playing (and it was actual playing.)
Sadly, Loki’s sister Freya is still afraid of Vincent even though I can tell Loki is trying to convince her that he’s an okay guy.
Sister Freya, mine
Vincent is really nice, see
How well he protects
I find that I am
Often needed right here
To hold my own dog
Seriously, if he’s awake and in the house, he demands all kinds of attention, up to and including demanding that I hold whatever bone he’s currently gnawing on.
Slipping in the mud
Don’t go down
Must finish tonight
Been a while since I tried this form for poetry even if all I could think about was working on the pig’s shelter today.
Like watching a train
Must know how this story ends
Can’t look away now
What used to happen to me no matter what book it was I picked up. Mostly, I was thinking about this one novel that used to belong to my Granny Martha. I thought, “Oh! It might be interesting!”
It is the only book that I have ever thrown away.
And I don’t mean send to DI or another thrift store.
I tied it up in a bag and walked it out to the garbage can outside.
To this day, I wish I’d already learned the lesson that you don’t have to finish a book just because you’ve already read half of it.
You are next to me
Even as I walk with purpose
To where I would go
An attempt to combine an acrostic and a haiku. Kind of…weird sounding now that I look at it all finished.