So we’ve been having skunk problems. Every night they try to get our chickens or ducks or rabbits. So our dogs (mostly Vincent) keep guard all. Night. Long.
We wake up in the morning and the dogs are exhausted and sleep most of the day away. They’ve earned it without a shadow of a doubt because we can certainly smell how much they’ve been working. Even if they aren’t sprayed, the backyard is definitely smelly from the skunks they’ve chased off.
(I’m so glad, now, that Vincent is so good at dodging things, because we don’t have enough tomato juice to bathe him in.)
We’re trying to get another dog, because Vincent might be young and spry and energetic (and super protective of ‘his’ animals), but Sissy is getting up there in years and there’s no way she’s going to be able to help Vincent out with guard duty once the temperature drops like lead in water. I have no idea how she’s keeping up with him now.
Seriously, though, Vincent does a head check on the rabbits every morning whenever we open up the rabbit garage (there are no vehicles or machinery housed in the rabbit garage, just rabbits and animal feed). He walks through and touches noses with all of our long-time residents and even some of our short-time residents, then he turns and walks out with me as soon as I’m done filling up their water bottles/bowls.
He takes his duties very seriously and won’t let us go to bed until we’ve made sure to let him outside to start guard duty, even if he was napping when we were getting ready for bed in the first place.
Now if only we could find a way to stop the skunks from coming over in the first place so that our backyard would stop smelling skunky in the morning.
This day has been too much
I’d really rather not
Get up and face the day
And worry about this or that
So let me cuddle up
And hide away in your lap
Instead of taking the time
To plan out the rest of the day.
Several weeks ago, before we got rabbits, we got chickies.
This is from the first day that we had them. The brown ones are egg-layers and the yellow ones are meat chickens that sadly only live for two months after they are fully matured, which also happens faster than the egg-layers. They are adorable and make tiny little cheeps that would keep my sister (whose room their little protected tub and heat lamp were placed in) up all night.
She ended up sleeping in our sister’s room upstairs after our sister and her husband had to head back into the Valley we’d just left. (Adam couldn’t breathe out here, so they’re getting an apartment with his sister and another of our sisters in April. They will be back for their furniture in April as well.)
The chickies don’t bother my niece and I, who can hear them from our room, but we’re heavier sleepers than Julia.
The cats and Sissy are very interested in the chickies as well! (I tried to catch a picture of Iris as well, but she’s like this ink blot that soaks up all light without reflecting any back!)
Sissy loves the new place. She adores the large backyard and the ability to go outside and run about, chasing any birds that land in back there. She loves listening to the cows on the other side of the fence moo and loves how the kids like to run about the yard with her as well.
What she doesn’t like is that it takes twenty minutes longer for the kids to come home from school. She starts crying for them (and it is crying though no tears gather in her eyes) about twenty minutes before school is even over for me niece. She continues to cry for each of them until all three of them are home. She stands on the couch and stares out the window until she can see them walking down the road.
“Doesn’t it just break your heart to listen to her.” My mother asks before she turns her attentions back to Sissy and tries to console her while the old dog waits for ‘her kids’ to come home.
Good thing it’s Friday. No school for the next two days.
I don’t know how to handle this look on her face because nothing Mom and I do makes any difference. We’re not the ones she wants and nothing we do has any effect on her right now.
The street was empty save for one lone woman and her dog as they set out to begin their walk. Hopefully they would come across nothing foul nor deadly.
Especially not a patch of ice where no one would see them tumble over like a pair of lonely dominoes! With the way the snow was coming down it was unlikely that anyone would be able to find them in time unless the faithful companion left her mistress in the cold and ice weather to seek out aid.
The dog would never leave her human behind, so it was with gratefulness that both returned home safely once the daily jaunt was complete.
This is a quick response to the Eclectic Corner #7: Street Life. I hope that this was enjoyable!