A few days ago, my cell phone kept pinging. We were getting alerted to high fire damage, gusty winds up to 65 miles an hour. There is a active fire and 58 miles from where I live. This morning the sky was pink and swirly and gray and smelly. The sun was blood red. We lost power for two days. It was turned on finally this afternoon at 4 o’clock. I was getting called, emailed and texted with all of these dire fire warnings and Highwinds. Knock on wood so far the winds haven’t gusted as high as predicted. It is quite warm outside.  I just got back from filling the kitties water bowls with fresh clean water and putting out their food. They seem a bit depressed, the smoke was pretty thick and some ash was falling out of the sky.

Both Ashley and Magoo have been glued to the windows since the warnings started  it does make me wonder if perhaps the smell of the smoke reminds them of their mom? Perhaps that is what’s drawing them out? I don’t know but just like on the Fourth of July it seems like smoke and fire and ash is highly attractive to them.

The wasp nest is still active. I am not feeding out by the creek yet. I have another pest control expert coming on Monday  let’s hope he’s a bit more honest than the last. I really need to start feeding out by the creek because Bristol has been coming in and starting fights with the other cats. He is really beating the pound out of Goblin  so far it hasn’t gotten to the stage where abscesses are showing up, but cat bites are hard to find until it’s almost too late. Although goblin did let me pet him the other day, his trust isn’t such that I can pick him up and explore him for heat sources on his body. I’m just praying that by Monday the problem will be taken care of and I can again start feeding by the creek to avoid these confrontations.

It’s still insufferably  hot here, but at least with the power restored the house is cooler. I wish we had more canned food but we ran out this morning. We still have dry food but during this intense heat wet food is better for all. At least we didn’t have any fires starting close to town. That’s why they shut down the power grid. As long as I’ve lived here I have never seen McDonald’s close until this weekend. When I went to Safeway to do some shopping you would’ve thought it was a zombie apocalypse! There were so many people in the parking lot, the water, the ice, most of it was gone. So I stopped at the dollar store and bought ice cube trays and made my own ice to keep my freezer and my refrigerator cold once the power was going to be shut off. At least I was ahead of the game. With the work crew being here there was an outhouse in my front yard. So that came in handy. LOL! Good timing

My contractor just made two beautiful perches for the ferals  He attached them to the side of the house near the patio enclosure and they absolutely love it. The way they are designed, they will help the cats get into the enclosure and keep the raccoons away. It’s pretty cool to have a contractor who loves cats working on my house right now.

Last Saturday, due to the high fire warnings, I decided it was high time to attack the long grasses in my orchard line. I leave these long grasses for several reasons. It invites in the local wildlife, deer and the like to bed down in the shade of the trees. It also provides protection for the free-roaming strays and ferals from the hot sun in the summer and the rain in the wintertime.

Although this year, the grasses were quite higher than ever before, due to a malfunctioning lawnmower. So I pulled out my trimmer mower and went to work. The DR Trimmer mower is a godsend. Especially in regards to getting rid of thick grass and blackberry bushes. I always wear protective gear because it is known to fling up small rocks and sticks as it eats its way through the weeds etc.

I was making good time with it, when suddenly I felt this burning sensation on my neck. Initially, I thought it was small rocks that had flung up from the ground. Boy was I wrong. I looked around and that’s when I saw these small white flying insects swirling out of the ground. I had inadvertently run over a massive nest! I could feel several sensations in my neck that were not pleasant. I am grateful now, that I had put Kota on a down stay in the backyard. Had he been there, I am sure he would have jumped immediately into the nest to protect me. Cupping my hand to my throat, I fled to the house.

This is the first time in my life that I have been attacked by wasps. Turns out Sunday after having to go to Urgent Care due to the pain and swelling, I was not stung. The doctor said I was bitten. He explained that wasps have teeth with venom inside their mouth as potent as what is carried in their stinger. I was bitten five times.

They gave me a pain shot, a shot of steroids, some anit-nausea pills and sent me home with  additional steroids to take the next day. The pain was incredible. I have a high threshold for pain, but this was so different. Right after the attack, I started getting this nasty taste in my mouth. I could feel it as it dripped down my esophagus and it burned. That turned out to be the toxin the bites delivered.

Yesterday, the pain was still so intense I called my PC and went in. She told me I am suffering from extended reactions to the bites and gave me some lidocaine cream.This morning, thankfully, I was able to keep down water and crackers. The swelling is gone, the redness is gone and as the pain was traveling from my neck down to my chest, the chest pains are gone as well.

Now, I have a massive underground nest of stinging biting white wasps?  I dumped two large cans of RAID (something I would never ordinarily use on insects outside.0 But these buggers are fast, they come in hard and leave a lot of damage behind. God knows what they would do to Twist or Goblin my two high-prey cats. Much less to Kota because i have seen this goofy dog snapping and eating yellow jackets when he is getting pestered by them. I had called several pest control companies after the incident, but it was on the holiday so only yesterday did one arrive.

Turns out, these were yellow jackets and why they were white (according to this man) is because the nest was being attacked and they were diving down into the nursery to carry the larvae to another location. The nursery is protected by this white powder, and they tuck their stinger underneath the babies to protect them. This is why they bit me and did not sting me. The price he gave me to not remove the nest, but to dust it with what turns out to be something I already have on hand- diatomaceous earth (I use it to control fleas in the backyard) was way overpriced( in my mind anyway.) I have another guy coming on Friday. I want to see what he says. I don’t know about you guys, but $500.00 to kill these insects seems a bit steep? That could buy a lot of cat food, cat litter and hit the vet debt. We will see what this second man has to say.

So for now, I have to stop feeding Bristol by the creek. I am not even going into my back pasture with the entrance to this nest being so exposed. The RAID did not even faze these buggers! I just want them gone. I don’t want my cats stung or bit either. I am going to ask the pest expert if he can find anymore nests in the long grasses that remain. I don’t know if that is even possible? But it never hurts to ask. I do know, it will hurt if I find another nest when I try to continue attacking the grasses before they decide to fight back!

This morning when I went to feed, God blessed me with my first contact with Goblin! I was able to actually run my hand quickly down his back as he was eating! He will have been here one year ago on this approaching Halloween. This is a good sign that he is finally trusting in my presence.

My thanks to those of you who contributed recently to keep my non-profit going. So appreciated that you gave of your hearts. Stay safe everyone. Love the ones you’re with and let them know or show them   how important they are to you.

To my surprise late in the morning as I walked with Kota to the creek, to leave Bristol his food for the day. I saw a mama possum, she was following the line of blackberry bushes to our creek. She looked a little bit odd, and then I realize that she had babies hanging off of her. I counted five. I grabbed Kota by the collar because although he is trained, he is still a dog and curious enough to want to investigate. Since she had babies, she would not be playing possum. She would fight to defend them. so I stopped. When she reached the end of the line of blackberries, she turned towards me and saw me for the first time. She puffed up like a poison toad and I knew that we could not get any closer than we were. I put Kota on a sit and we waited until she made her way down to the creek and the tray of food that she knew was there as well.

Normally I only see these critters late at night or early in the morning. But I overslept this morning, so I was a bit late. But it was a great sight to see. Slowly and surely the wildlife is coming back. We currently have 29 wildfires burning here in Oregon. We are getting a lot of smoke but hopefully that’s all we’re going to be getting. If the smoke gets any denser than it is now, or a fire starts in the hills nearby, the wildlife will once again vanish

I do have a request. If 10 people can send me five dollars I can meet my deadline to renew my nonprofit for another year. I am a bit short because now I am having to buy cat litter as well as cat food.. I need to meet their deadline at the end of September. Right now, I am unable to do that. Such is the life of a nonprofit these days because of situations beyond our control.

Nothing quite wakes you up in the mornings, when at 4:00 a.m. you are walking across your pasture towards the feral feeders and a bat flashes your face. I had my flashlight at a downward angle. It has such a strong beam that the one neighbor complains it wakes her up in the morning. She is living on her brother’s property in a small trailer next to my fence line.

Suddenly, over the songs of the frogs who appeared yesterday after a quick rain, I heard this soft whooshing noise. It came low and at an angle. As it veered down and in front of me, I felt the tips of its wings brush my cheek. Then it was gone.

Unlike most people, bats do not freak me out, at least not here in Oregon. If I lived in Transylvania, I might have a different opinion. They started appearing by the dozens after the takedown of my carport which started Monday. The roof is completely flat and it was so saturated with water and rot. There were so many mosquitos that took flight during that demo.

I was happy to see the return of the bats here. They haven’t been around much since the Holiday Farm Fire. When Mike and I first bought this place, because there is a creek on it, Mike built bat boxes and climbed the tallest trees to set them in place. The boxes have remained, but in the last two years, they haven’t been occupied. I would bet, after this morning’s encounter, if I walked back to the creek, the boxes would read No Vacancy.

The morning crew was there to meet me. Goblin has been making herself known more and more. She no longer runs when I am outside feeding and her and Twist (my outside Alpha) have finally stopped challenging one another. There is a new kitty who has arrived recently. He is very young 5-6 months, I am guessing? He is very cheeky and there have been altercations in the last few weeks taking place well after midnight. But, by the time I get out there, the aggressor has vanished.

I saw him two days ago. He has the start of the full cheeks of a Tom. He is a tuxedo kitty with striking markings. He is pure black except the tip of his tail is white, his feet are white and he has some sort of a checkerboard pattern on his chest. Really beautiful. But he is scared of his own shadow, so he is either a neglected pet, or he is from a feral litter. I have put my traps out, and caught a possum (who hissed at me). A skunk who almost sprayed me. But I am well-versed by now when a skunk is in my trap as to what to do to release them without much trauma or actually getting sprayed.

So my traps have been set aside for now. I am feeding Bristle by the creek and will try to gain his trust and go from there. If he gets close to the house, he and Twist tangle. It sounds quite uglly but there has been no wounds or injuries spotted on either cat.

When the tore the edge of the carport down, it was discovered that the wood underneath was very rotten. Not surprising to me anyway, during the bad storms I couldn’t even walk out of the carport gate because of the waterfall factor. Today, their plan is to powerwash the eaves on the side where the carport was attached to the house. I am nervous because that leads to my outer living room wall. I asked the contractor what happens if it leaks through? He said he would fix it. I am to stand by in the living room with my cell phone and if I see anything happening, I am to call him immediately.

Ashley and Magoo are not happy with all the pounding, jack hammering and the workers around. They don’t even know where it is safe for them in the house because everything is taking place around the rooms they normally feel safe in. This build is being government funded so there were a lot of hoops to jump through (and some to come.) But it is looking so much, this contractor is a far cry from the last one who turned out not be all that when it came to quality of work. The crew is friendly, efficient, and fast even in triple digit heat!

At night the inside kitties calm down and Magoo has taken to lying in his favorite spot, right next to my leg in my armchair. Ash will let me pet her, but we are still are on her terms and I do get my hand boxed if I over-reach on petting her. It is still quite the challenge to find bags of dry food that are 30 pounds that I can afford. I do online orders, but most of the time the larger bags of Purina aren’t available either. Smaller bags no issue, but we go through 3 – 30 pound bags a month here still with all the remaining rescues.

Here are more recent picture of the fire kitties:

Both Magoo and Ashley have recently turned two years old. Born in a blaze of gory, their welcome to their world was hot,nasty and it is still unimaginable to me that they survived. Having to spend 48 days at the vets as their bodies sought to cleanse themselves (with help) of all the toxins they consumed at their first meal, just increases the unbelievability of their survival.

When they were finally returned to our care, I wondered if they would make it to their first birthday. Now, here we are at their second year of Life. They have changed their behavior this year. The shift occurred following this Fourth of July. The only time, I would see them way before dusk. Perhaps being in the Holiday Farm Fire is what attracts them to this holiday?  I have no clue, but they show no fear, only fascination with the show that appears out my back bay windows.

I expected them to vanish the next morning and play their never-ending game in the daylight of hide-n-seek. Instead, when I finally got out of bed, both of them were curled up asleep on the dining room cat post. They have remained out since, except if visitors or workers arrive. Magoo is spending longer times on my lap. I have to endure his claws and frantic turning on my lap until he finally simmers down. His favorite spot is between my hips and the arm rest of my recliner. He does not stay long, but I’ve noticed that the more he seeks out his chosen spot, the longer he will stay. When I say longer, I am talking only minutes. He has yet to reach the point where he will sleep on me more than 20 minutes at a time. That’s when I noticed his erratic breathing.

Normal cats at rest will breathe 30 breaths per minute. After several unsuccessful tries, I finally clocked him at 42 breaths. Thinking I must have made an error, I clocked him again. This time, he was at 57! Instead of the breaths coming from the chest, Magoo was breathing from his belly. This is usually a warning sign of fluid in the lungs heart issues or a mass.

I got him into the vet that morning and he was given a full exam. They paced him at 65 breaths, but noted no distress, no open mouth breathing issues, panting or drooling. No signs of asthma or URI. They took films,  his lungs appeared clear, no masses or anything out of the ordinary jumped out. I was quizzed; yes, he is eating, he is drinking, he is using the litter boxes. He was not showing any signs of distress and even tolerated being flipped upside down in the vet’s arms for a tummy palpitation. All good, he passed with flying colors.

Speaking of colors, he has grown into a gorgeous boy. His flames next to his white coat are very striking. I find it ironic that he is a flame-point considering how he came into this world. I mentioned my fear that both kittens could have toxins in their lungs from breathing all that crap falling out of the sky. The vet seemed to think that if this were true, they would have discovered it during their extended stay, or that they would both be showing signs of toxicity by now.

His erratic breathing has been diagnosed as an after-effect of PTSD. Unless he becomes an anxious breather in the future, struggling to get his breath, this is just going to be his normal way of breathing.So, he is back home, still destroying my office on a daily basis. Those piles of printer paper are in his eyes anyway, a mighty beast that needs to be destroyed. They take on a menacing nature especially when they fly through the printer! He must destroy the invaders! He is an Olympic Champion Paper Smacker! He shreds paper quicker than my paper shredder that lives under my desk and is another beast on his destruction list. He actively still keeps up with his sister as they race up and down my stairs. For all intents and purposes, he is a typical cat now with the exception of his erratic breathing.

This year for whatever reason, all my neighbors were shooting off some pretty loud and impressive fireworks last night. Some animal of unknown origin got into the shed where the dry cat food is stored. They overturned the barrel, the lid was removed all the food is now gone. I had two bags of dry stored in there. This morning all that’s left are just pieces of bags no food. I have $2.11 in CATS, I still have a disabled truck, and five dollars in my private account. My check will not be here until the 20th. If anybody’s reading this and can help out and send food I would be beyond grateful. Thankfully all our kitties are alive and counted for this morning. Now I just have to figure out what to feed them. I have never been in this tight of a predicament before.

My emails have recently been restored. Comcast could not tell me what happened or why. But they did recover all the missing emails and the accounts that had been deleted.

Dennis (my youngest stepson) spent over four hours this morning trying to figure out why my emails don’t work. Dennis inherited his father’s smarts when it comes to electronics, computers etc. and he is a crack IT wizard living in Colorado now.

normally when my emails have a glitch in it Dennis can solve it in the matter of just minutes. Not so this time. Finally, he put me on a conference call while he called Comcast. That’s when we found out that for some unknown reason. They have deleted all of my emails! No it’s not because I didn’t pay the bill. Although I consider their bill outrageous every month I pay it every month. They can’t tell me why it happened because the person helping us on the phone isn’t a high-level technical assistant. Supposedly in the next few days the second level team  from research and recovery are going to call me and tell me what happened, why it happened, and when it happened. In the meantime if you need to get a hold of me for any reason. You will have to go through an email that set up on Denises server which is in his living room . That email address is: MaryAnneM@ladydawg.net

at the end of the year, this may be the email that I send out thank youse for those who have donated to our organization. Because as of right now, mother Mary 55 and cats at risk no longer exist. I am so angry right now I could spit nails. It’s kitten season and I know that I’m getting emails for help from people from all over. Because that’s what happens this time of year. I just hope the people will find help somewhere else. I can’t help anybody at the moment.

My 300 year old Fir  tree is no more. I have retained a few pieces of it including the very last piece that came off of the stump. Apparently when a tree has no branches, it is no longer a tree. It is a stump. My plan is once the weather gets nicer (meaning cooler) I will get out my woodburburning set and make a memorial to all the kitties that are buried underneath or near history including one dog my old service dog German Shepherd Brandi.

The cats that were in the enclosure are all fine. Right now they are in my patio room. There was an incident on Friday when one of the cutter’s was about 40 feet in the air cutting on the tree. They had cut all of the branches from the bottom up first and then they cut all the knots out of the tree that were protruding. I keep trying to put pictures on my blog but I keep getting told I can’t so I’m not sure what’s going on. But anyway when they got to the very top of the tree they found a blackberry bush growing out of the top! They also discovered that among the dozens of tops that this tree was growing, four of those tops were actually maple trees! So it’s been very strange around here. But as I said the cutter was up and as he nudged the tree on the cut part it went down the tree but he neglected to cut one knot and it bounced off the knot and landed on my cat enclosure! There was quite a dent in the top of the roof. I immediately went inside to see the damage which was substantial but there was no escape hole for the cats to get out of thank God.

This is the final day of the cut, I am down just to a flat stump on the ground. They are going to fix the roof completely so I have captured all the kitties and put them inside. I know they’re going to spray, but there’s nothing I can do about that except buy a gallon of urine off after this is over and get to work. The vet had given Bentley some Xanax which put him over the top. He was so anxious after he got that first pill. He was beyond stressed and the chemical wasn’t working as it should so I didn’t give him any more. He has gone through this whole ordeal with no drugs on board. He’s doing OK. Better than I expected that he would.

One other casualty of this job is my emails are non-working right now something happened somewhere. Comcast can’t figure it out and all the links they’re sending me I can’t figure it out either. They are backed up on appointments and the gentleman is not going to come out until next Tuesday. So if anyone’s trying to get a hold of me via email you will be unable to do that at this time.

I am personally glad that we are on the end of this they’ve been here for about a week now and they were having issues. When they climbed up the tree to the very top and dropped a tape down they put the tree at 70 feet tall! What they were finding when they got to the top and started cutting, the more they cut off the tree the more the tree leaned towards the structure, a.k.a. the cat enclosure. So they had to start taking smaller cuts and being very careful where they directed the pieces to fall. I had some pretty big craters in my ground. Those are all gone now they’ve smoothed out everything they put shavings over the top mixed with new dirt and you can’t really tell  that any creator was ever there.

I hope they do as good of a job on my cat enclosure roof as they did on my tree. I will miss this tree it created great shade for the entire house for so many years. Now we are entering into a major heat wave and it will be interesting to see if the inside of my house stays at a cool 60 or if it responds to the horrible heat outside and gets hotter. I just wanted to bring this up-to-date and now I have to go because they need me outside for a few minutes. Everybody stay safe, stay cool and I’ll catch you later.

Tomorrow is the morning I am not looking forward to. It has been decided before the project can move forward, that my Fir tree which towers over my house will have to be completely removed. The arborist gives the age of this tree well over 200 years old! It not only is a Fir Tree, but it’s also a Fur Tree. This tree and I go way back. Unfortunately a lot of kitties have scampered up its branches in the last 30 years. They have all been successfully rescued and one, my beloved mackeral tabby  Gulliver who loves to travel, hence his name. He was so high up in the tree I could hardly see him. This was around the time we moved here. Mike had come in to tell me that Gully had been chasing a chipmunk. Now, Mike explained: Even with his tallest extension ladder he would not be able to reach this kitty.

Gulliver and I were inseparable based on his early beginnings and how he was rescued. He was quite sickly and we had to go through a lot together to get him better. He loved to travel. He would go with us everywhere when we were in Alaska. He even would hop in to the UPS truck from time to time. The driver used to get a big kick out of it and used to drop him off at the end of his rounds. We could keep all the windows down in our truck and Gulliver wouldn’t even consider jumping out he was an amazing kitty.

I go outside and I look up in this tree. I scolded him for going up there. I yelled to him: “Gulliver you come down right now!“

well he did just that. He jumped! From Highup in the treetops, this kitty took a leap of faith and jumped right for me. I couldn’t believe it I’ve had to do a lot of rescues out of trees and never once has a cat ever jumped down on its own accord. I knew it wasn’t going to survive the fall all I could do was pray that I would catch him in some manner. He landed on my chest with such force he knocked me over on my back. He scratched my face my neck in my chest trying to get away and then scrambled into the house but he was unhurt. I wasn’t so lucky but at least he was down out of the tree and he never went back up it again.

As stated earlier this tree and I go way back and now it’s going away. We made the mistake of trusting a arborist in the past who wanted to top the tree. If anybody has evergreen trees don’t ever top them. They carry a protein in their sap which allows them to grow normally. Once you interrupt that process the tree loses the ability to grow correctly. My tree is growing in ways a tree should not grow. It has become a danger to the house, the neighbors house, the power poles and the cat enclosure which is right underneath it.

they will be here tomorrow morning to remove it completely. I can’t even ask for a piece of it to retain for the kitties to climb on because pine oil is toxic to kitties. It has kept my house cool in the summer and warm in the winter and now it’s going away. Knowing how sensitive Bentley is to this type of activity and noise. I went ahead and put extra pieces of plywood up in front of the cat enclosure to block off as much activity as I can from the cats view. The vet also gave me some sedatives to give all of them because I don’t have any other place I can stash them during the work. Hopefully Bentley will not have a negative reaction and the pills will keep him calm enough that they can do what they have to do and leave.

I have warned the arborist that we have a cranky pants raccoon that lives in the top of that tree. Although I did also tell him that I haven’t seen this raccoon since the fires. I don’t know if he survived the fires or if he moved on but he may be up there. And he doesn’t like anyone in his tree. If this tree could talk what stories it would tell. The damage is so great that the wood is not even sellable. Plus the arborist explained that the tree is so wide around the trunk that most mills aren’t set up anymore to cut that wide of wood. All of it’s just going to be discarded. I find that rather sad.

Currently, I am waiting rather impatiently for the vet clinic to open. Kota has now been vomiting intermittently for over a year. All the tests which they have run have not revealed any answers as to why. The plan now is to put him on a cocktail of medication which will include antibiotics, some coating agents for his stomach and a prebiotic.

The last instructions from the vet came right before Memorial Day holiday. I was told to try to hand feed him small amounts during the day until he gets his full amount. This elicited a change in his vomiting pattern. Instead of vomiting food, now he is vomiting bile. Concerning behavior prior to vomiting are these huge bubbles flowing out of his nose before he wretches the bile up? He literally looks like he is auditioning for the Lawrence Welk show. The bubbles are massive! Some as large as his head.

If this cocktail does not work for him, the vet wants to run an ultrasound. A  very expensive procedure, he needs the $600.00 upfront. I can’t in good conscience do that. I still owe the vet a great deal of money for past procedures on my rescues. Until that gets paid down to a reasonable amount,, I cannot justify coming up with $600 for another vet to step in. So I am really hoping that this mixture of drugs and other ingredients will put Kota back to his normal self. That would be amazing after all this time. But until I can pay down what it’s already owed I can’t even think about any other tests for him.

Next week, they will begin the final build on my house. This work is all stuff that should’ve been done in the initial build, but got derailed, due to let’s just say an unscrupulous contractor. The initial company that I dealt with is stepping up and we are going to finally demo my carport and fix my fence which is badly in need of repair. They are also going to have my large white pine that towers over my house evaluated and worked on. Since the last topping, it has been growing in the strangest directions. If you look at it, it looks like it has three tops instead of just one.  I did tell the arborist that we used to have a cranky pants male raccoon and living in the top of the tree. He is not a happy camper to be disturbed, but sadly I haven’t seen or heard from him since the fires over a year ago.

Speaking of the Holiday Fires, my two burn kitties are still throwing challenges my way. I came home yesterday and Ashley was in the kitchen and she had a mouse in her mouth! I have looked everywhere to see where this mouse is coming in from and I cannot find it. I do not see any mouse droppings anywhere along the lines of where they were coming in before or until we found the hole and sealed it up. It is possible because I moved the very last of the donated cat litter into the back patio recently, that the mouse was inside one of the litter bags and found its way into the house. I’m hoping that’s what happened. I need some help in order to move my refrigerator to see if for some reason they found a second hole back there to gain access into my home. At least she allowed me to capture the mouse without stressing herself to the point that she had a poop attack. So we are gaining with her.

It was quite odd when I was moving the litter into the patio to see holes in most of the bags? They certainly looked like mice damage, so I opened one bag out of curiosity and I found four mouse nests inside the cat litter bag? I’m not sure how a mouse could breathe inside of a bag of cat litter but the nests were fully intact. That may be where this mouse came from. I am grateful that Ashley caught it. She did not kill it, but she called attention to it and I was able to scoop it into a glass and put it outside. It was just a little gray field mouse. It’s also possible that this last weekend I finally was able to mow my back pastures. Could be that removal of all those tall grasses disturbed the mice and this may not be the only mouse I find in my house. Crossing my fingers that this was just a solitary traveler.

Now most of the two pastures have been cut. The rest of it will have to wait until it gets a little bit drier. It’s supposed to rain for the next three days so it’ll be a while before I can attack it again. The wildflower seeds they sent to sow on my field, are taking root. They should be blooming next year. On the bucket it said that the seeds were cultivated to attract butterflies, moths, ladybugs and hummingbirds. I  spotted a lot of fish in the creek and bullfrogs on the creek bed. The cycle of life is returning.

The gentleman in the back was probably not very pleased to look out his window and see tall grass for months. But I’m still glad I did it.

Well my vet’s office just opened so I’m going to get out of here and take Kota and get him weighed and pick up his medication. Wish us luck that this works. Otherwise right now, for options, I am completely out of them.