After a few days of not seeing the mouse that Nala had brought into the house, we started to think it was gone. Somehow. Although it really only could have snuck out the open door. Then I heard scuffling in the laundry one evening, coming from the vicinity of the washing machine. Shining my phone … More So There Was a Mouse in The House
Life continues, like a strange rollercoaster of ebbs and flows, carried by a constant tide of pregnancy peculiarities, both physical and emotional. Sometimes I feel bold, driven and overwhelmed by thankfulness, like Morpheus, not the chicken, the strong and prestigious leader in The Matrix movies, when he addresses the mass of people before him and … More Sloth or Still Here!?
The Fur Child makes a good country cat. She hasn’t been catching many birds lately, but has been very good at catching mice and rats. Good girl! One day when I was cleaning the chickens’ water bell, she walked into the garage and came out less than a minute later with a mouse. I did … More The Fur Child has Been A-Hunting