| Other Animals |
| This page is dedicated to all the other animals that share my barn and my life. I have been acused of loving animals too much. I say there's no such thing as loving animals too much. However, I am limited to what I can bring home now or I'd have more. All my animals are spoiled rotten and on more than one ocasion my father has comented on how they eat better than he does. What can I say, I'd rather spend all my pay check for my animals than on cloths. |
| Cally is a sweet loving cat that showed up one winter night and hasn't left since. She was ovously someone's house cat (since she hasn't produced any kittens I'm assuming she's fixed). She has the job of critter control and does a wonderful job. She catches everything from birds and bats, to mice and rabbits. She's even figured out that if I'm down to the barn long enough she'll go out and hunt for me. (I give her treets in exchange for the kill so I can throw them over the bank) |
| "The Duck Flock" I started with 4 sweedish blue ducklings, 2 blue, 2 black. in the spring close to easter. Then I brought home 2 more sweedish blues 1 silver and 1 black splashed. (What can I say, this is why I don't work at the pet store anymore). Mid summer I lost 3 to racoons before I could stop them. (In the span of 3 days, 2 the first night so I put them in the horse stall thinking they were safe and then 1 more 2 days after the first) So they spent 3 nights in dad's garage, then we built a small critter proof cage for them to sleep in at the house, now we're converting the "wash room of Ma's rootbear factory" (AKA, the shed in the back of my barn) into a critter proof duck shed. We traped out the Racoons using live traps (I don't have anything against them, they were just doing what they need to do to survive) and had an american wild life control friend relocated them. |
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| House Pets In the house we've got 2 cats (wolf and Samantha) a dog (bart) and 2 cockatiels |
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| In Loving Memory |
| Dorian died this winter from an unknown illness. She was a sweet loveable bird and I miss her dearly |
| Alex, our terrior mix died at the ripe old age of 15 just before thanksgiving 2003. We always argued about who's dog he was. I said he was mine because he slept with me at night, dad said he was his because where ever he was Alex was his shadow. But I think he was Wolf's dog, or Wolf was his cat because the two were best friends and frequent naping partners. |
| Owen |
| Logan |
| Wolf |
| Samantha aka Chubby Cat |