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"You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, well, you might find you get what you need" -The Rolling Stones
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Leif’s dog, Vera, had puppies yesterday/this morning:
So far there are nine puppies.
The proud mum at dinner time.
Oy! Dog-grampy! That’s a bright light!
Vera appears to be doing well and the puppies so far seem to be hale and hearty, mewling loudly when hungry and all latching on to eat.
Hope that starts your day with an “Awwwww!”
It suddenly occurs to me that I never shared the big news with ya’ll. At first I waited to get some good photos, then school got crazy, as it always does, and apparently it slipped my mind.
Anyway. Drum roll please:
No, you aren’t seeing double.
Leif adopted a new dog a few weeks ago. Now he has a brace of white German shepherds.
Say hello to Vince:
He’s about 18 months and a total sweetheart. Who doesn’t love a new dog?
Vera is in black, Vince in orange. His previous owner had to move out of state and couldn’t bring him with. Sad for them, but happy for Vince, ’cause now he gets to live the farm life. And, he has a live in girlfriend.
“Um, Dog-dad. There is a boy lying on my living room rug. What is he doing here? Surely you’re not going to let him stay?”
All joking aside, they seem to make a happy pack. Apparently they play all day. They run, frolic, wrestle, and constantly try to one up each other for prime sofa and bed acreage and monopolize the petting. Poor old Rupert, he’d never get a single pet if Leif didn’t toss the two young whippersnappers out by themselves once and a while so Rupert can get some love in peace.
So Vince is settling in pretty well at the farm. He has decided that Rupert means business when he doesn’t want to play. He’s learning to respect the chickens as pack members and not chew toys and has a morning chat with the rabbits every day where they stand nose to nose at the bars of the rabbit hutches. It also seems he has made friends with Duncan the cat, they even share dinner:
So, all’s well at the farm. Now if only bones would rain from the sky.
The spud was telling me about how she saw Duncan (the farm cat) catch and eat a finch.
Spud: Duncan caught two finches. He ate them while they were still moving.
Me: Yeah, that is sometimes how it happens in the wild.
Spud: I tried to save one of the little birds. After all, it’s part of the farm economy.
Me, after laughing heartily picturing the economy of finches and barn cats on the farm: I’m sorry Spud, that just struck me as really funny. But, I think you mean ecology, not economy. Economy is more about finances and money, like I practice economy when I plan a budget and am careful about how I spend my money. Economy is also about the financial state of a group. Ecology is about nature and how animals and plants are interrelated.
Spud: I thought that was the ecosystem.
Me: Yes, they are kind of related. You could say ecology is the study of an ecosystem. It’s good you know what an ecosystem is, though.
The spud spent the last 2 weeks at the farm with Leif. He says she’s been a big help taking care of chickens, rabbits, dogs and the cat. She’s also become his shop monkey helping with his blacksmithing jobs.
You go girl! I’m actually quite proud.
Leif’s chickens have turned out to be very profitable; his first year on the farm has shown the egg business to be quite good. Unfortunately he did lose about half his flock to hawks and natural causes, so, he has placed an order for a new batch of birds. All this talk of chickens has reminded me of this cartoon:
Leif and the spud heard Vera barking yesterday, and upon going over to see what was up they found her trotting along with a turtle in her mouth. Apparently she thought it was a self propelling Frisbee. Or maybe she thought it would make a good lunch if she could just figure out how to chew through the packaging.
The petrified turtle was rescued and released into the bog, but not before being tortured with a quick pic:
Why is it when you tell smalls to smile they grimace like they can’t decide if they are about to laugh or cry?
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