Animals Blogs (472)

As a woodpecker was visiting various trees in the forest , he thought he heard someone crying. Flying here and there he found a little tree that was crying. He stopped by the little tree and asked. "Little tree , why are you crying ?" The little tree said while sobbing , "I am lost , I am afraid , and I don't know where my mother is ". Trying to be helpful , the woodpecker says , " I don't remember if you are a son of a Beech , or a son of a Birch, but as I remember , your mother was the best Ash I ever stuck my pecker in". studecar

Compared to dogs, cats....well, there's really no comparison. Still, I like most cats. Have had a few, but now with Bravo, couldn't keep another. But the reasons for keeping a cat indoors in urban residential areas far outweigh the usual vapid logic---"little Poopoo is much happier coming and going through her flap in the doors. It's cruel to confine her indoors." Ectoparasites, cat calling all night long, fights, marking neighbor's living areas, predators, etc. On this last item, our foxes and coyotes will take any domestic kitty. And the ospreys and eagles here can grab and fly off with all but the largest ones. Sure, you have a farm in the country, let the mouser do her job. But puleeze, be a good pet keeping citizen.

How does not 1 or 2, but 5 cats get on the bed with me and me not notice any of them?

Everything done and I'm ready for an afternoon of rugby but first must just check the chickens, big mistake, took a few bits of salad stuff with me chucked it over the fence. Oh dear I've a chicken hobbling worse than me, I'm waiting for a new knee.it then decides it didn't want catching and let's play hide and seek below the fig tree, air is now turning blue. Finally caught the little darling, under my arm and hobble to the garage to find a box, no boxes I know cat basket, cat basket is in the garage loft more blue air, now where my brains were I've no idea because I'm now climbing the ladder still with little poppet under my arm, yes it's looking at me all the time like I'm bonkers, dam can't reach the basket, back down grab a broom, back up, yes still haven't put down the chicken, hook the basket and down we come. Chicken is now sat on the kitchen table while I think, shame I didn't do that first. I know I'll go to my farmer neighbour and ask their advice, now bear in mind walking is not easy so I pop the chicken in the basket on the seat next to me and drive the 200 meters. Explain to said neighbours I think it's ill do I need to go to the vets with it, chicken is thoroughly checked while their laughing to inform me nothing wrong with it it's just old.
Back now I can watch the rugby, Sat quite happily and a mouse runs across the floor. Normally I manage to guide them out through the front door, not this one, furniture moved so it runs to the other end of the room, more furniture moved, Hoover going, yes they don't like that sound.my friend comes round to make sure I'm behaving and relaxing. Now there's the two of us trying to catch it, me with a useless leg and as she's just had an op on her shoulder one arm.what's it doing, it's climbing my bottles of wine in the rack and I'm not happy at that, as we take out the bottom row up it goes, next row up it goes, it now has a broom up its bum and sets off across the floor again. Yes finally got it in a bucket and dispatched, it should never have touched my wine.

Once in a while you see something that brings back the good in man. This video is just that. A Turtle gets tangled up in a mesh and is untangled by a good person.

WARNING AN ANIMAL DIED IN THIS VIDEO

The one animal who does love without question,is loyal to the end

And seeks only to please you

The people in the house behind me have cats... lots of cats. Normally, they don't bother me, but now that the weather is cool, they like to mate and that happens in the early morning hours where they fight over mates and territory.

The aroma of cat urine in my carport and front porch is a declaration of war and I don't plan on losing this battle.

A trip to The Home Depot and a spray bottle of Critter Ridder should do the trick.
It's an animal repellent with some hot peppers in the ingredients.

We're off for a few days at the condo and this should convince them to stay away!

Once upon a time:
There was a little bird, high up in the tree in the forest. She could see very well, and every now and again would notice this other tiny thing with even smaller wings than her. She was quite surprised one day when the little one spoke to her in her language, without speech. She said: 'I have some friends that need to be moved out of the forest. Will you please carry them there? They will easily fit on your back, and will hold on to your feathers, so as not to fall off.' And the little bird replied:

(If you want to, you can continue with the tale?)

....years ago, for a wealthy lady friend, while she traveled, I cared for her two Arabians. So, got to ride them instead of her, with the former being much better. Mostly rode bareback, even though it lead to sweaty jeans, (North Carolina) and always felt much more one with the animals this way. Today, on a TV animal science show, there was this lady showing her research on how expressive these wonderful creatures are. Sure, as with our Bravo, there are many body language communications. But apparently, to those in the know, tons of communicative facial expressions also exist. Who knew? Not me. The only real readable horse talk I recall was the way they always seemed to speed up on their own (or try to do), at the end of a ride, on the last leg to their stalls. Translation into Human-OATS!