03.27.07

Still Alive

Posted in The Farm at 11:31 pm by jeci

Am at farm in Millet. Stop. Can’t bear 14k Internet connection. Stop. Will post later. Full stop.

03.17.07

Green Fuzzy Navels

Posted in Drunken Jeci! at 1:43 am by jeci

Thas whad I’z bin drinkig allz affernoon. Waizt. No. Sinz 11.

Everr thins fuzzy now!

03.06.07

More Cuteness from the Farm

Posted in Photos, The Farm at 10:56 am by jeci

Meet Barney the Barn Cat.

Barney comes to visit

Barney is special. For one thing, he’s self-domesticating. While all the other barn cats are feral and eye you suspiciously even if you’re putting down scraps of food for them, Barney has taken it upon himself to befriend anyone who wanders through the barnyard. In this picture, he’s preparing to leap onto my shoulder so that he can coil himself around my neck while I feed the sheep. Barney also snuggles with the dog, walks along the fence line and rubs against the horses’ faces, and I caught him and one of the ewes, Nosy, pressing their faces together through the bottom slats of the fence, eyes half closed in contentment.

Amy and Max, the family pets, enjoying the warmest spot in the house (a sunbeam AND a fire–heaven!).

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Amy is the resident sheep dog who believes she’s also a lap dog. She’s not a purebred border collie like our last (also beloved) sheep dog, but her instincts are still strong. Because of the lighting in this picture, it’s hard to see Amy’s biggest fan, Max, who’s all white. Max loves to snuggle up to Amy, to the point where she feels harassed. It’s quite cute when that happens. (And, yes, those are teddy bears in tiny wicker chairs arranged on the hearth for decoration. They’re actually old teddies of mine and my brother’s. I’m not entirely sure where or how my parents managed to find teddy-sized wicker chairs, but it’s sweetly sentimental, isn’t it?)A closeup of Max’s unmitigated cuteness.
Max snoozes in the sun

You can’t see in this picture, but Max has a rosy pink nose and pink ears. Max is the great-grandson of one of my old pets, Rose, who was also all white with pink tips. When Max was born several generations later looking just like my Rose, it was unquestioned whether he leave behind his siblings in the barn to become an “inside cat.”