Category: animals



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It has been a few gloomy days here on Sunrise Ridge, fog, rain, more fog and more rain.

This morning the sun peeped out for a few minutes, then heavy clouds returned.

All that, and the appearance of one majestic pileated woodpecker, laughing loudly as he flew by. In a rare mood, this bird sat long enough to allow me to take his portrait.

His visit and a bit of sunshine, did a lot to sweeten the day

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We have been visited by winter. Last week, 8.5 inches of snow and then about 3 inches of fine sleet.

The sleet has compacted to a great layer of very slikc ice, thick enough that my 130 pounds will not crack through the crust..

This morning, with temperature hovering around 10 degrees, it fell to me to take water to the kennels and check on the chickens. Not a difficult task on most days and one I have done many, many times in the past. Dressing for the weather, in high top boots, heavy coat, fur hat, I picked up my water jugs and stepped out.

The porch and stairs, nicely cleared due to the efforts of Hubby and Brett was no problem, nor about the first 20 steps across the glacier that was once our yard.

Then, Right foot went one way and left went another as I tried some sort of ice skating move! There was not grace, no beauty in my loss of traction, water spilling from the jugs just made the whole situation worse!

I found myself resting on the ice, on the well padded portion of my body, wondering ‘what now’?

Simply put, I was uninjured (if you don’t count my pride) but never the less in a mess! No way could I get up on that slick stuff, I would have to crawl to something to use to get up!  Sudden realization that my gloves were inside was not  pleasant knowledge. Sliding across the layer of water covered ice, I was remembered all the safety rules – not quite soon enough!

I made it to the dog pens, got back on my feet, carefully made my way back to refill the jugs and started over, with a walking stick in hand.

Soon the task was complete, the animals cared for and yes, now the gloves are in my coat pocket!


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It was a chilly morning, we could see our breath steam out as we traveled in the fields and forest.

Thistles still raise their heads, pink blossoms bright against the fading vegetation.

A solitary heron breaks the blue above the creek.

The maples begin to show their colors at an old deserted house place. Well kept by the hunters who inhabit it twice a year.

Red, gold, orange sentinels line the highway.

Ripples sing a chorus at the beaver pond.


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As it commenced, I noticed the ‘wild things’ around Sunrise Ridge seemed to be upset. Owls, coyotes, and foxes blended an eerie harmony across the Ozark hills.


Recently, several of our chickens have gone missing.
We are now down to four hens and one young chicken.
They are free range critters and only go into the coop at night or to lay eggs in the nest boxes. Not long ago, Hubby found a large black snake in the coop. It is no longer there.
Over the last couple of weeks, the outside dogs have been raising a ruckus at night, and a few times I have heard snarling noises around the place.
Yesterday, after the loss of two more of the young chickens we were out checking the game camera and there for us to see was a bobcat. May or may not be the decimater of chickens, but the evidence surly points that way.
In a court of law, I am pretty sure said bobcat would be convicted on circumstantial evidence.
We’ve had the live trap set for a few days, maybe we will catch the culprit, without losing any more chickens.


This morning Hubby wanted to watch Netflix. We use the Wii for that feature.
Of course, you have to have the controller to use it. And where wasw the controller?
That was the question. I looked all over the living room and in all the not necessarily logical places.
Finally in utter frustration I posted on Facebook “if anyone knows what happened to the Wii controller – please let me know! I have turned two rooms over hunting it”.
Of course, there were several responses, mostly alluding to furniture, grandkids or the animals…
Finally one mentioned the toybox, so I decided to dig through that.
It was in the toy box, stuffed inside a parrots body.
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Major surgery was not required. 😉 Now Hubby is scrolling happily trying to find a movie that suits him.


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This little fellow was ‘hiding’ on a corn stalk in the garden.
It led me to wonder first of all how he had gotten 3 feet up on the stalk and then why he chose to do it in the first place.
Sort of like people, who often tend to make me wonder about their antics, ideas and actions.


One of the hens has been trying to fool us! Recently we have been ‘missing’ eggs and thought one was going broody.
Some careful watching led Hubby, the detective, to the general area where she had ‘hidden out’ her nest. A bit of further searching led us to her hiding spot in a short while. Nicely done, Ms. Hen! Your spot did not look big enought for you to sneak in, let alone hide a bunch of eggs.
I gathered up the eggs, and using Granny Shipman’s old method determined that most of the eggs were ‘good’.
Now, just in case you should ever need to know, I will share Granny’s little egg test with you.

Place the suspect egg in a bowl of water…

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if the egg is ‘good’ it will sink to the bottom of the bowl.

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an egg of dubious quality will ‘stand on the point’.

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an egg that should not be in your kitchen will float in the bowl.

I did some further research to verify the ‘old wives tale’ and sure enough, here it is, right on the good old internet. Of course, that makes me wonder about how ‘fresh’ store bought eggs are?
http://frugalliving.about.com/od/foodsavings/qt/Test_Eggs.htm
Anyone want to test their own dozen and let me know the results?


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Only one of our baby chicks survived. It has taken up residence with a ‘prptector’ Old Jack.
Old Jack, good natured creature that he is, does not seem to mind.
The chick follows him around and they sleep together.
The rest of the chickens ignore Peep.
I do not know the psychology of animals very well, but I find this quite interesting


Living in the mid-west, ‘fair season’ is usually late summer and early fall. I really enjoy these events, so I was delighted to attend one in central California while we were traveling.
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A day at the fair

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There were chickens,

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goats,

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food,
and floats.

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Flowers,

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exhibits,

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baked goods,

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FFA animals shown for conformation

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4-H market hogs

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