A Busy Week

It seems a shame that we have been very busy here, yet there is not much to blog about. The weather has been damp and a bit gloomy at times, but not cold, which is nice. I shall give an account of the past week.

Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I continued to walk the three dogs on leashes, with the deer carcass pointedly ignored by the coyotes. They sang loudly in the creek to the west, very close to the placement, but they were no help at all. Crows and eagles worked on it, but I finally decided I needed to dispose of the remains so that the dogs could be free again after eleven days. I won’t include pictures. It was a grisly task, but I got it into the dumpster, apologizing profusely to Harlan. He was not at all bothered. As he pointed out, it was biodegradable.

So, on Tuesday, off went what was left of the deer, and off we went to the hospital for Harry to get a cardioversion. He had been quite compromised by a bad episode of atrial fibrillation, which had laid him low. One shock, and he is again in sinus rhythm and full of energy. We hope we can get through the holidays with no more of that!

Rebecca stopped by on Monday with some eggs. She had a new, very short haircut, and I wanted to document it, but she grabbed the wreath from the door and hid the hairdo. It was a good picture, nonetheless…

There have been many birds, eating like horses from feeders at the back and the front of the house, but I have been negligent with pictures, despite the clean windows. As I mentioned, there has been a lot of cloudy, damp weather, with not much light for pictures. And somehow, not much time.

This week is the second week of two weeks of recognized horse shows at the National Equestrian Center. Jane and I have not been riding, and barely had time to get up to watch a little bit this week. It was fun to see friends, and clean horses (unlike mine).

I am completely recovered from my stem cell treatment, and could ride, had I but “world enough and time”. This is always a hectic time of year. I often used to do the December shows (and usually regretted it, because it is such a busy time in regular life), but not this year. I am not concerned about the horses’ fitness, as they gallop around the fields and snark at one another in play. They are a happy herd of three. Eventually, they will all return to the show ring. But for now, they are wearing winter coats and do not need blanketing.

Stone brings himself in every evening. He is a good boy.

The live deer are still abundant, and there are three individuals becoming quite habituated and providing me with photo ops.

The cats are enjoying life. Tom Morris and Marmalade were interested to see the truck over by the house, instead of at the barn.

Roscoe has had some successful mouse hunts. I did take a picture of him with a prize, but will spare my delicate readers. I do love mice, but they can become a problem, and I would prefer cats hunt mice and not birds! Since Roscoe has moved into the house, we have not seen any mice (knock on wood). And I have never, ever seen a live mouse, or any sign of mice in the barn.

Harry is happily walking Weedy to get the mail again, and I got a few pictures. Best of all, Weedy is allowed to go on his daily adventures unencumbered by humans. The dogs are very glad the dead deer is gone.

The Full Cold Moon this week was not at all cold, luckily. It was beautiful, even with clouds.

Be safe, be well, be grateful for the good days. Slava Ukraini! Peace.