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Ruby Sloggers There’s No Place Like Home

Brilliant sunshine, fallen leaves crispy and crunchy under my feet, heavy with a coating of frost, a thousand diamonds shimmer in the grass.  An owl screeches high in the treetops.  A donkey is braying loudly and the chickens are beginning their morning chatter.  Swoosh swoosh a flock of buzzards soars overhead.

 

 

 

 

Tweety Bird

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stanley Roo – this photo posted to my blog years ago, was the inspiration that Artist Debra Smith used to paint his portrait.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Artwork by Lori Lessner

 

 

 

 

I’m just going to blurt it out –  our beloved Stanley Roo passed away last week.

A natural death.

During his last two weeks, he followed me everywhere and wanted to be held constantly it was sweet and sad.  His last night he came to the back porch to roost, that’s when I knew he wouldn’t make it through the night.  My heart is broken and there are no words to say how much he will be missed.

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I fell down the back porch steps three times in one day this past week.  I believe that to be a personal best.  Worst?

   It was raining and the rubber soles on my old Sloggers had gotten so old and hard that they no longer gripped surfaces, they just made those slick wet steps even slicker.  After the third fall, I came right inside and ordered a new pair.

I’m the proud wearer today of shiny ruby sloggers.  I clicked my heels together and declared there is no place like home – Boo dog just laughed and said he agreed!

Tweety bird was hatched in August a cross between a Crested Cream Legbar and a Buff Orpington.  She’s smart and feisty. She likes for me to pick her up and hand feed her treats.

  Are you old enough to remember the cartoon which featured the little old lady that carried Tweety Bird around in the cage and Sylvester the cat was always trying to “release” Tweety – anyway what was that little old ladies name?  Anyone out there remembers?  I’m channeling her – carrying around my little Tweety Bird, I may or may not have grey hair and a rotund figure.

 

A grey catbird dazzles among the brown withered poke berries.

 

A pack of hunting dogs came through the other day chasing the chickens.  The chickens ran through the yard bawk bawk bawking in every which direction, I ran after the dogs screaming at the top of my lungs like a crazy lady.  I managed to capture the dogs and get them penned up.  A very large burly hunting dude shortly thereafter made an appearance.  He apologized profusely and then meekly said he heard me screaming all the way down the road and it scared the daylights out of him.  He was afraid to come up and claim the dogs afeared of what I would do to him.

It all ended peacefully.

 

The stench of death is in the air from the discarded hunting remains.  the buzzards have moved into our oak trees.

 

This one I call Miss Graylocks – she is regal and majestic in her gross but necessary role in the circle of life and death.  I greeted her the other morning as I headed out to the farm stand, she obliged with a beautiful fluffing of feathers and gurgling grunt – I think it was her greeting back at me.

 

I took advantage of a few warm days to hang Christmas decorations and lights.  It is so much more enjoyable to do these things in 50-degree weather than 20.

However, I’m thinking that’s the last time I go that high up on a ladder to hang lights on the barn.

 

I hope all that celebrate such things, gave thanks and enjoyed a day full of peace, gratitude and full bellies.

There is a lot that I feel thankful for.

Like European butter ooh such decadent goodness.  So thankful that Cottage mother-in-law taught me how to make gravy and mashed potatoes and those awesome stuffing balls, oh so many years ago.  Thankful for growing my own sweet potatoes this year and having extra given to us by our farming neighbor.  Flowers, beautiful flowers from Mr. Cottage.

 

Stuffing Balls – make stuffing as you normally do, then refrigerate until completely cold.  Once cold, form into balls about the size of walnuts, place on parchment lined baking sheet.  I usually refrigerate again, until ready to bake.  Bake in 400-degree oven checking around 20 minutes, until brown and crispy on the outside.

 

Sausage Dip recipe here.

 

I’m thankful for you, all of you that come to this place and share my life and yours in return with me.

Thankfully,

xo Kim

 

 

 

29 thoughts on “Ruby Sloggers There’s No Place Like Home

  1. I’m so sorry to hear about Stanley Roo. Losing our pets is never easy. Has a handsome rooster. I remember the loony tunes cartoon but do not remember the old ladies name either. Was it just “granny or grandma? Did they even ever say? Love to look at the beautiful pictures you take. Hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving.

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    1. Very sad about Stanley he was so special I had no idea I would fall in love with a rooster. I’m kinda thinking maybe it was Granny that sounds right? Thank you for enjoying the photos, Thanksgiving was quiet and very nice, I hope yours was too. Xo Kim

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  2. Saddened to hear about Stanley Roo. We get so attached to our animals. At least you have him immortalized in photographic print and paint, thanks to your friend. Maybe Tweety Bird and you will become fast friends. I looked on Wikipedia and they referred to the woman as “Granny.” Why a horse trailer when you have no horses? Does the braying donkey belong to you? It definitely looks like winter up there. Finally turned on the heat down here about a week ago. Nights are cold but the day warms up nicely if the sun comes out. So glad you ordered new shoes before you break something. You haven’t mentioned Father Cottage lately. I hope he’s okay?

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    1. Linda – I love your roving eye and questioning mind. I think we all agree on Granny, I’m not ready to be called Granny, then again maybe I am… The horse trailer is named Pearl a vintage charmer I purchased this spring from my egg stand proceeds. I had it in my mind to trick her out in all kinds of fun ways – making her my mobile farm stand. Lack of time and money to move forward with the project and discouragement from the lack of increased support at the stand kind of have things on hold. I wanted to grow that business and it just kind of holds it’s own. Egg sales are good, but I can’t get people interested in buying anything else – another thing I found myself getting depressed over this summer.

      Our neighbor down in Florida texted me the other day – it was 91 degrees there – it was a cold rainy day here that day and I was wishing for some of that here – alathough I realize the heat wears on you after awhile.

      Father Cottage is doing well – thanks for asking.

      xo kim

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    1. So sorry to hear about Stanley Roo, but how sweet he wanted to be close to you. They know who loves them. I love your Christmas window wreaths. And your writing and photos are wonderful. Please stay off ladders…warm wishes to you and Mr. Cottage for the holidays!

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      1. Hi Ginny we will miss Stanley Roo, it seems so quiet on the farm now. I started putting those wreaths on the windows last year, and I really enjoy the way they look. I’m certainly thinking I’m no longer safe on high ladders. 😦 BTW I found a copy of that book you mentioned – You will always have an Angel watching over you, I enjoyed it so much I got a copy to give to a dear friend. Thank you – xo kim

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    1. Hi Lisa – I know right, remember those times Stanley Roo fought so bravely to defend his girls against predators, he wore those scars as a badge of honor. I also remember having thoughts of killing him myself (not really) because he would run through the yard chasing and attacking me with as much gusto and vigor! The first time I saved him from the fox, he realized I was his friend not his enemy and our relationship changed – so amazing to be a part of that. He was loved. xo kim

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  3. Sorry to hear about your beloved Stanley Roo. Made a tough year even tougher … I’ve been wanting to ask you how your elderly dog was doing? Is this Boo that you wrote about a while back? I saw him in this picture laughing at your sloggers and he has a white face.
    I have wanted to ask you Kim as you wrote a poignant post about thinking he may have to be euthanized but not having the heart to do it … I’ve been wondering. Love those sloggers – good thing you got new ones and didn’t go flying a fourth time! The photos were all great and perfect for your narrative. I definitely remember Tweety Bird – not on Nickelodeon either! Take care. ❤

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    1. Hi Linda – I did write with a heavy heart about Peanut, Boo’s sister – who is still with us, but by the grace of God only. Each day I wonder if I need to intervein… Meanwhile, I wrote with a heavy heart too, about our cat Buddyru – who was quite sick too, and yes, I did have to make that horrible decision this summer and it too has been painful beyond words – he was part of our lives for almost 20 years. I miss him every day.
      Oh forgot about reruns on Nickelodeon…
      xo kim

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  4. Dear Kim…
    I am so thankful I found your blog…you and your extended family have inspired me, made me laugh, and at times, sigh deeply and cry. It is the circle of life at Red Dirt Farm, and I think it is felt more profoundly on a farm than anywhere else. I am deeply sorry for your losses, and most recently, for the chivalrous and lovable Stanley Roo… as hard as it must have been, I am so glad you were with him. My belief is that all creatures possess more intelligence and emotional capacity than they are ever credited as having–one of the reasons I love using animal characters in my stories. (And must mention there is a chapter in F. Tails about a character named…ta da…Tweety Bird…hope you are slowly turning the pages : ) I’m working on the sequel to The Time Seekers and will be adding to the avian cast of characters with a blind owl… if you go to http://www.mnn.com (mother nature network–love this!) and type in search, ‘blind starry eyed owl, you will see why I fell in love with him : )
    Wishing everyone at Red Dirt Farm all the blessings of the holiday season…xo

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    1. Debbie – thank you so much for everything, especially sharing your kind and loving words with me. I’m glad you found this little blog too. I haven’t done much reading these days, it will be a treat when I can get back to that place again. A blind Owl – oh capture my heart. One of my someday dreams is to capture an Owl on Film.

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  5. My condolences on Stanley Roo. Very sad but I believe he felt your love.
    Your new red sloggers are perfect for your sass and character. So glad your falls were not more damaging – I hope!
    Your home is so beautiful, fun and cozy. I wish you all a beautiful festive season! Love from South Jersey!😘

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  6. Hi Kim,
    I always look forward to your posts because they remind me that the ordinary things in life are what makes it all worth-while. Funny I should write that because that’s what my blog is focused on- lol. As you know we are going through some rough waters now…as I know you are so I guess it is supportive when you see your friend pushing ahead through “it all”…

    I’m so sorry about Stanley Roo…may he rest in peace. Your life was enriched because of him as was his. We did absolutely nothing for Thanksgiving. Well, I drank a glass of wine. Japan of course doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. I tried once or twice but it’s hard..and just not the same.

    What’s my point in this rambling comment-lol? I guess it is just to tell you that your posts brighten my day- a lot.

    xo

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    1. Connie – thank you for your thoughts, they do make me smile. Also, I’m not reading or writing too much these days, but do know how much I love your posts, they let me escape to a place far away, to a world very different than mine. Most enjoyable. xo kim

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  7. Oh my friend-I’m sorry about Stanley Roo. Of course it brought tears to my eyes…You get to know ‘someone’ in a sweet way when you do their portrait. He certainly had a unique personality-as all animals do. It’s so hard to miss them. Love to you..

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  8. Each of your photographs is a story in itself. My fav is the white hen (leghorn?) keeping tabs on you through the window. And thank you for the stuffing ball recipe. I’ve never heard of such a thing but they sound delicious. So sorry about your rooster. That’s tough! ☹️

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    1. Hi Annie – that leghorn is Snowball – across between a leghorn and a buff orpington – I hatched her and raised her and three others in the house. They always want to be inside not out – Snowball stalks me through the windows. Oh the stories I have to tell… xo kim

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