The story of the arrival of Covid the Cat. He was starving when he came in June of 2020. This morning he weighed in at 12.0#
Late this summer, Vander (below) showed up in the barn. We are nearly sure he is a sibling of Covid due the the apparent age and the similarity of facial markings and exactly matching colors. We don’t know if he had been fending for himself all this time, or was recently put out. He was pretty skinny. This morning, I weighed him at 12.6#.
You can’t tell in this right-side picture, but Vander has some tan tabby splotches on his back.
This weekend, I have been laboring at harvesting our redskin potato patch.
We store them in a dark room in the basement in bus bins. I have made a rack so the bins work like drawers. I haven’t had time to wash them yet. Don’t judge.
To get the bins to the rack, I had to carry them past this little item hanging on a nail in the door frame:
I’m not cruel to little potatoes. I told them to hide their eyes.
What can I say? I am easily amused.
I was out in the frosty yard this morning with Lady the Pitbull, for her to take care of her Lady business, when we heard a rash of gunfire from over the hill toward the nearby woods. Shortly thereafter, these whitetail deer appeared across the creek on the other side of the gravel road at the end of our hundred-yard long driveway. They milled about, looking uncertain what to do, long enough for me to go in the house and retrieve my Cannon DSLR and telephoto lens.
Later I was able to verify from the Iowa DNR site that today (December 5th) is the first day of the first Iowa “regular gun” deer season. I put regular gun in quotes because there are a lot of restrictions on what constitutes a regular gun and acceptable ammunition.
I think I had better luck with my camera than the mass-expenders-of-ammunition had in the woods over the hill.