Tales of a pup, pumpkins, and quilting

Things have been slow on the Farmlet this week, unless of course you are a Walker!  And, as it goes with a two year old, he is constantly being monitored and knows one word PERFECTLY:

NO!

No! That is not a toy,  no cats, no shoes, no socks, no table legs, no sticks, no leaves, and

no pumpkins!

And on the brighter side, literally and figuratively, I have a near finish on my Posh Posies quilt.  I got it back from the new quilter this week and it needs binding for a finish.  Remember this?

and peeking out from behind on the design wall is a nearly complete assembly of this quilt…

Can you imagine?  When I started this adventure I used to cut as I went to make a quilt.  I have seen the error of my ways.  Now I cut all, label the stacks, and it goes faster!   Imagine that?

And here it is by popular request – the obligatory cute puppy shot.

B.F. Walker

His eyes may tell you he is innocent of all charges, but his leash and collar tell the real story.

~*~

NOTES on chewed pumpkins:  I recently read somewhere, that a bit of pumpkin is good for dogs.  So I’m thinking of cooking it down, mashing it up and then mixing with a bit of brown rice to make frozen dog treats.  (2 p to 1 r)  If you know differently, please do tell!

Last week on the Farmlet

I finished this and it is ready for quilting.

I am so glad about how it finally came together.  And yes, I did fix that one block.  I couldn’t stand it and it was easy to do…  😉

My dog did a bad thing in the mudroom…

NOODLE,  what have you done!?  Doesn’t he look the next thing to a Chuckle-head?

So what was so irresistible in the waste basket?  You might think it was the empty dog food bag, but no, it was his demolished  blue ball!  He’d chewed a hole in it and it was looking particularly nasty inside so I buried it in the bottom of the wastebasket.  I thought the dog food bag would be a good coverup.  Guess not.

Won’t make that mistake again

😲

The Boogie Beast

I didn’t talk about it, but last month almost to the day, we lost Neville.  He was our little kitty from the Mountain Farmlet.

Neville was aloof

This morning almost a month to the day Lil’Bit has vanished.  If she does not come home we will not be getting another kitty.

Lil’Bit required much attention

Some sort of Boogie Beast is making the circuit in its nightly hunts and none of us on our little street can keep kitties anymore.  I am guessing fox or coyote as there is never any evidence left behind.  This will be the fourth kitty to have vanished and as you may recall Smoky and Clause just disappeared overnight too.

RIP kitties

Update on the Avian Flu

As I told you on the 15th of March the Avian Flu has been seen in our county, and so far our chickens, and my geese Polly and Fredrik are flu free.  I have made it a point each day to check beaks and bills in the AM and PM to be sure no one has a runny nose.  This is the good news.

STOP READING RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE IN THE LEAST BIT SQUEAMISH!

And so it was that I found my Black Cochin rooster, Pagliacci had fevered and swollen eyelids on his right eye.   I picked him up and took him into the mudroom to see what was going on.  I expected to be cleaning debris out of his eye and then treating with an antibiotic eye drop…  except that his eye was missing.  Gone.  It was a chilling discovery as he had been fine in the morning when I let him out.  I did the only kind thing I could do and put him out of his misery, but I must tell you that every time I thought about him for the next couple of weeks I was chilled and sad all over again.

My 14 lb, big fella came to me from Murray McMurray Hatchery as a free chick; they are almost always a rooster.  He  got his name for singing crowing loudly every time he heard my voice or saw me coming into the chicken yard.  He was so fluffy feathered he looked for all the world as if he were wearing a clown suit!  I am sad to tell you I never got a photo of him fully grown, but if you follow the link above you will see an illustration that looks exactly like him.

Raising animals on the farm is certainly not for the timid or weak of heart.  It’s all fun and frolic until someone gets hurt and then you have to step up and do your best for the injured animal.  Sometimes, as in this case, it is very hard to do.