Thursday, October 23, 2014

Crazy Little Thing Called Love...

After the morning's daily chores of milking goats, washing dishes, sweeping the floor, and beginning the school day, I sit down at my desk in my studio to begin my work day. I usually try to check in on this webpage to see if I have any messages first. Then, I scroll through Facebook, checking status updates, comments, and replying to messages. Once that is cared for, I decide what aspect of creating needs my attention the most.

It is about this time, that Thing Number One and Two scale my leg or leap onto my back with their needle-like claws out. Do not be fooled by the balls of purring fluff. They are pointy on five of their six ends and quite unpleasant on the last one. Roamer and Acadian would not dream of my working in solitude or with both of my hands. They curl up onto my lap or into the crook of my arm and hold me hostage. What's that? You scoff? Well, the evidence speaks for itself...

*THIS* is what happens if I move my hand to attempt real work. Acadian does not even need open her eyes to stick her sharp little claws into my hands in warning. It is a wonder I get anything accomplished some mornings. So, late feeding the animals? Blame it on the kittens. No posts for the website? Kittens' fault. Jewelry unfinished and in disarray? Yup... kittens. ;)

It took me three days to get this finished and uploaded, but I wanted to share the goings on around the pastures. Asher is in full bucky rut. He is rolling his lips, blowing raspberries, and sniffing around every doe he can get near. Sean has needed to replace the solid wood doors between the buck and doe stalls again. Asher bashed his way through it last night once more. There is no stopping a buck in rut. *Shakes head* At least the season is short and winter is coming...

Reminder for any Facebook friends. We are hosting an online auction for ten pieces of our mosaic eggshell jewelry tomorrow beginning at 11:00 EST. Bids must be submitted online by commenting on the image. You can join the auction HERE if you are interested.

Thanks for visiting with us this evening, friends. We're very glad for your company.
~Sonja ♥

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

They are in Cohoots!

That's right.

Dogs and Cats living together. Mass Hysteria.

Or at least, an assault on my diminishing bowl of fancy nuts on the kitchen table.

A new game is afoot in the household. The game begins with Roamer or Acadian climbing onto the kitchen table- a "no no" for sure, but a house rule they ignore with zeal. Head down, tail twitching, one or both stealthily stalk up to the wooden bowl of nuts sitting uneaten. A quick bat-bat-bat of a front claw and a nut is freed from the confines of the bowl.

The nut lands either on the table which makes for
an impromptu practice session of pouncing. Or, it skitters to the floor where Buster or Molly impatiently await to steal it away.

Two dogs. One nut. You do the math.

The kittens certainly have. They peer over the edge of the table laying bets on who will come out on top. The faster pooch snaps up their prize and runs to a quiet spot to crack it open with their teeth in order to eat it. The loser circles the table, ready to snatch the next flying treat.

Extra points are awarded for leaving sharp nut shell pieces laying strategically on the floor in the path of the vulnerable soles of my feet. Scattering drying sunflower seeds all over the table does not yield additional points, but that doesn't stop it from happening.

Another day. Another mess to tidy.