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It’s 5 am, the wind is no longer howling and the snow has stopped falling. A quick look at the thermometer says it is 17 degrees outside. We still have power, and that is a good thing. Continue reading
Blazing fall colors, dancing peacocks, patchwork quilts turned wonky birds. This week at the cottage… Continue reading
Early morning I carry a cooler full of eggs out to the road-stand. The dogs anxiously run ahead of me; they love hanging out under the tent. The first frost of the season clings to the grass glistening like a million diamonds in the sunlight.
We had just come in from working out in the yard. I started making dinner, mixed myself an evening cocktail grabbed a handful of nuts and sat down to relax for a minute. I looked out the window and saw the shepherds hook go crashing to the ground.
I jumped up screamed BEAR! I can’t really explain why, but I threw my handful of nuts into the air – they went flying like confetti in every direction. You’d think with all that drama Mr. Cottage would at least get up out of the recliner.
You’d think wrong.
His response was “what in the world are you talking about?”
I grabbed my camera, and took these photos through the cat door.
About this time Mr. Cottage steps outside the door and starts yelling and banging together pots and pans.
The bear ran about four steps, seemingly unfazed moseyed over to another pole with a feeder and WHACK! He took that one down and proceeded to sit next to the picnic tables and have his own private picnic.
It took a few warning shots from a 22 to get him to leave. We have been having trouble with a bear coming in the night the past month or two. I bring the bird seed in at night and make sure everything is secured. I never expected he would show up in daylight, and then not be afraid when we yelled and banged the pots and pans together.
We called game control, they don’t work weekends.
We spent the rest of the weekend looking over our shoulders while we worked in the yard. Isn’t he/she scary amazing?
What an exciting weekend. How was yours?
Oh my is it really June, already. Where has the time gone? Come sit a spell and catch up a little, won’t you.
Last time we visited I was heading to surgery for my shoulder, and Mr. Cottage for Lithotripsy. He has since had a second lithotripsy and is still unable to pass that massive boulder.
My shoulder surgery repair wasn’t as extensive as initially thought – thank heavens! Nonetheless, it is a slow frustrating recovery process. I’m in physical therapy a couple of times a week, and will be for quite some time. I have an extensive therapy program to follow at home and most days I am very good at sticking to it. UGH!
Oh those sweet furry, feathery and finned babies!
The cats, Wynnie, Henry, TC and Mr. Bonez are all well and enjoying that warmer weather has come.
In chicken land, Lucy and Ethyl (the mean girls) continue to amaze and entertain us with their antics and bigger than life personalities. They also continue to rule the roost in-spite of the fact that Stanleyroo is growing by leaps and bounds and has finally learned how to crow. He is the handsomest rooster ever – and I think he knows it.
Bert has the most amazing feathers including iridescent green.
It is my hope that Alice, Elsie and Mamie the young Barred Rocks, will soon be laying eggs. They are all healthy and hard to tell who is who, because they look so much alike.
The Cottage men recently worked on rebuilding the inside of the coop making more nesting boxes and perches. The girls refuse to sleep on the perches and go straight to the nesting boxes and since the mean girls won’t share, space is important.
Lucy and Ethyl were supervising while the men worked in the cramped space – In other words, they were under foot the entire time.
An acquaintance contacted us recently asking if we would take in her four goldfish that had outgrown their fish tank. We agreed and they are right at home with all the other zillion goldfish and koi.
Mornings at the pond aren’t as peaceful as they used to be. Peanut becomes quite animated and runs back and forth like a lunatic barking and trying to catch the fish. Often, her enthusiasm gets the better of her and SPLASH! she ends up in the pond. Boo cheers her on with tail wagging and loud barking.
Speaking of Peanut and Boo, they have come a long way since we adopted them in April. They have oh so many issues; however they are happy and I think that they are thankful to be with us. Every day we struggle to understand what kind of cruelties must have been inflicted upon them by their previous owner. We believe lots of love and time will continue to heal their souls.
Small victories in the garden.
Gardening has been off the table for me because of my shoulder. SO I am humbled and appreciative of the small things that we have been able to accomplish so far this season. I’m itching to get out there and do more!
Raise your hand with happy. This week my surgeon gave the okay for me to slowly increase the amount of weight I may carry. Hooray! Previously I was restricted to lifting the equivalent of a cup of coffee. I’m still not allowed to move my arm away from my body with weight. Mr. Cottage says I look like a penguin when I try to do things with my left arm.
They say it’s like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it and it will come right back to you. First thing I did this week once the ban was lifted, was blow the dust off my big girl camera. It has been a very long time since I have been able to use that camera and to shoot in manual – even longer. I have to re-teach myself to think about all the settings, until it comes back to me I feel like I am riding the proverbial bike for the first time. I’m spending a lot of time on my butt and belly since I can’t hold the camera up to take photos, but I’m okay with that, I just hope nobody sees me when I try to get up – it isn’t the most graceful thing.
Anyway, that is pretty much what life has been like here at the Cottage. Please do share what is new with you.
xo – Kim
Spring at last.
I’ll be away from blog land for a while, so I want to leave you with a few photos.
Not the best of weeks.
It wouldn’t seem right if I didn’t share with you that our hearts are broken over the loss of our Betsy Beagle, she went to heaven on Monday.