Our Poor Hobbes

This little fellow may look sort of ok, but this was 2 days after he was  hit by a car. We didn’t actually see the accident but Rhen saw him out in the street…looking like he’d been run over.

Rhen ran out to get him but when he got close enough to pick him up, Hobbes just bolted and ran into the backyard. We searched for him for 4 hours without any luck.

We finally found him in the farthest corner of the basement–curled up in a ball and hiding out. I didn’t dare go to him–because he gets feisty with me when he’s scared or hurt.  But Rhen went right up and started petting him. The poor guy could hardly raise his head but started purring.

He seemed to be banged up mostly on his head–kinda like he had run into the car–rather than the car running into him. If that makes sense.

I called all kinds of vets to see if they could help but they all said that if he was moving around and didn’t have any broken bones, then he’d likely be ok.

Sure hope so, poor guy.


Crazy Chili

Our silly little Chili baby is not such a baby anymore–size wise.

But point a camera at her and she turns into a full blown two year old– flipping around making it nearly impossible to just snap one decent picture of her!

Sometimes, I almost think that maybe, just maybe, she knows exactly what she’s doing and is actually posing...

making sure we capture her best side.

Because when it comes to your image,

a girl can’t be too careful.

Four Week Chickies


Look how big these pretty girls are getting! Wing feathers on Goldie…


and pretty back feathers on Ruby.


Chickoletta’s beak is growing longer too.


Little Masha’s is still small and pokey. She is turning out to be the baby of the crowd–just staying a bit smaller than the rest–but ohhh so sweet.


And weird old Jiffy–still doesn’t seem to care.

I’ve been telling her they are baby bull dogs and she just has no interest in them.

She hasn’t caught on yet.

Meeting The Kids


Of course, I wasn’t the only one who was excited at taking this first step…


into…ahem…farm life.  Wee step, though it is.


The kids have all taken turns coming over to snuggle…


and hold…


and stare at…


and hold–some more–these pretty babies. I truly have dreamed of being this kind of Grammy.


So my little sweethearts could come over and have a good, old, earthy, relaxing time with dear little animals. If I had more room–there’d be a cow and a couple of goats in the back too.


This’ll do for now.

This’ll do, indeed.