The Cow’s All-Day Breakfast Club
The Cow’s All-Day Breakfast Club. Start giving them treats of scrumptious cubes and they appear serendipitously for more. Horned Big Girl always initiates a scrum.
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A Snake Tale
Ernie sniffed him out. The snake, that is. It was a sun-rich, bye-bye to stormy weather day. Dog and I were inside my fenced, raised-bed garden cage. I was just finishing minor repairs when Ern became agitated: he wanted to be let out to follow his nose. It was pointing towards the neighbor’s fenced pasture twenty feet away. Dropping my
Read moreA Good Morning
It’s four a.m. and my creative spirit is at its height. I sit in my old Morris chair thinking, gently hitting the keyboard on my laptop. From the bed Ernie looks over as if to say, “Do you know what time it is?” Of course I do, and so does my brain. It has a mind of its own. What
Read moreErnie, intrepid hunter
He is twenty-five pounds of muscle and skills that come from an unknown heritage. [Although that is about to change with a doggy DNA kit sitting just over there.] One of his favorite pastimes is sniffing out small animals. Principally, we’re talking about rabbits, the wild ones that hang out on your property and eat your garden clean. [They are
Read more“……..living to some purpose”
[This story first appeared in 2005 in a website I had with my daughter. As we begin a new year – 2017 – looking back self-critically continues a habit of mine. With that a piece is offered which includes description of one of the most inspiring sporting events of all time: the running of The Preakness Stakes horse race in
Read moreCookies at Christmas: A Hungarian Delight
It began in the Roaring Twenties and went on for decades, at least into the Forties. The world’s best cookie had boys lined up every Christmas season. The location: 96 Clay Street, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, New York. The fact that there were four – count ‘em – pretty girls of different ages inside the modest wooden-framed house where the baking was
Read moreToads, Big Girl, and Ernie’s cowboy up
Toads Whew! Thankfully – as it turns out – they may have never left. Last night at our brief nine o’clock walk Ernie just off the carport slab bumped his nose into something. I flicked on my flashlight and there it was: a new small toad. He is different because his color and pattern on the back are a tad
Read moreLive and let die
Having moved from Houston I’ve been in my Texas country homestead for two and one-half years. Respecting the environment I’ve tried very hard never to intentionally kill any animal, bug or insect. Even when inside I trap navigationally-challenged flies, bees and spiders into an empty veggie can. Using a thin piece of cardboard as a cover I then give them
Read moreCool!
Well, the laws of celestial bodies have finally kicked in and summer is a thing of the past. Although here in south central Texas you still have to look over your shoulder because you never really know when heat will return like a tenant – with good riddance – you evicted. The point was well made last night listening to
Read moreSkunked?
Recently back from our respective vacations Ernie and I resume our early morning walks. Before I open the door I shine the flashlight through the glass and check its bottom outside: is our little toad ensconced in the corner? He isn’t. So with full enthusiasm we go into the darkness; Ern’s leash is on because I never know if we
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