Daily observations of my simple life.

Morning

It's my favorite time of day. I roll out of bed in the half light, put in a cup of water to heat, run to the bathroom and then coffees ready to go out and sit on the front porch drinking my morning cup watching the colors in the sky change, the mountains take on many colors and creatures are busy stirring. This morning Cheriki comes in early for her morning hay. I walk over and give her a flake, check the chickens, go to the garage and feed the cats.  Puff has already been out following me while I take care of the horse and chickens. At the garage door Tangerine curls waiting for the morning feed.  He follows me in the garage and the new cat who arrived to have her kittens peeks out from behind a shelf.

I hardly got my coffee this morning but it's time to get on with it. I know full well the heat of the day will soon be on me. I rake out the chicken house, then get the shovel and work awhile sliding it under weeds severing them at the roots. As a sweat comes on I stop and make sure all plants are watered and the animals have fresh water. Sage has come in from pasture so I toss her a flake of hay too. She is adjusting to the foot trim. It was an adventure, she managed to get out of her small pen twice and undo the rope. Sunday evening I got her in just before the shoe'er came out.  I'm grateful I've found someone who will work with her. She was actually quit good considering she's never had her feet trimmed before. We got a halter on her and after the trimming he worked with her a bit to teach her the beginnings of rope leading. Yes, I'm grateful to have someone help me. I asked what it cost. He said $ 35.00.  I gave him $50.  He came out on an extremely hot day and worked for an hour on an animal that most shoe'ers wouldn't even consider. He's worth his pay.

My days are cut into bits. I spend time in the house and then time outdoors to keep from getting over heated. It's breezey and cooler today, still hot but not so hot. My freshly laundered clothes blow in the wind. A stray pit bull who looks as though she just had pups has been hanging around. She hops in the horse trough to cool off and then lies in a wooden box for shelter. I wonder if she was dropped off. I have been noticing all the dry cat food is eaten in the mornings and wonder if that is what is feeding her. She is polite, keeps her distance but watches me as though she's wishing for a home. Sigh. A stray momma cat, a stray momma dog and the population grows.

Posted by: cactusandquail at 21:10 | link | comments (2)

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#1  26 July 2006 - 21:21

 

So glad you're posting again. I love reading about your mornings and evenings.

InMyLife

#2  27 July 2006 - 14:49

 

smart dog. she knows a good person when she finds one.

limine

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