Birds do it, bees do it, and I am doing OK
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Househunter |
Spring has sprung and love is in the air. The bluebirds are making a home in the house we put up for them last week. The Robins are collecting twigs and strings for their nests, and the farmer's cats are in season and making a brothel out of my yard.
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Last year's baby Robin. |
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He is telling her he loves her.
(how many ladies have fallen for that that line) |
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Vanna is a British Blue short haired |
Our adopted 20 year old outdoor cat, Vanna Gogh (yes, I said I would no longer feed her because she belonged to the farmer across the road, but I could not help myself) has introduced our yard to her "many" friends
This is Big Bucks (looks like an expensive, exotic breed),
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She is a tramp. |
This is Pretty Boy
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He is a player. |
and a few other passing strangers.
From what we have been seeing, not all of these cats have visited the vet. The farmer told us that they all have been altered, so to speak, but apparently, during these difficult times, other cats have been dropped off at the farm - and now are looking to make a home here. What to do, what to do.
With the action that is going on in my gardens, I fear that there will be some little ones soon. When they come, I will be delivering them to my neighbor farmer and tell her to make her girls and boys behave.
Meanwhile though, they leave the birds alone but our cat food bill may top our bird food bill soon.
Soon all the other woodland animals will appear. Is there enough left in our pensions to provide?
Again, what to do , what to do.