Loop N Boot Acres

04/15/2018

04/14/2018

TFW one hears coyote packs singing and foxes shrieking (thanks climate change for the radical temp swings!) and wonders what TF just went down in the neighborhood

04/13/2018

First genuinely springy spring day!

::snooze::

::nom::

03/22/2018

“Spring”

@$&!!?”

We lost a lot of tree limbs but happily no whole trees

03/22/2018

“Spring”

02/17/2018

Grief is funny.

Not funny haha, funny weep.

A little while ago, Royal started to gallop around the pasture, screaming. Neighing whinnying screaming, running in circles. Mocca just kinda stood there.

When they were brought into the barn, Royal stopped and investigated Mocca’s stall. Which used to be Jojo’s stall, before Jojo died.

I don’t know what triggered a memory for Royal - an errant smell, the angle of night sky glow on the metal gate, a dream during REM sleep? - and he can never tell me. But for some reason, he clearly remembered Jojo hard enough to rage and weep, in his equine way, at Jojo’s absence.

I’m sorry, baby. I lost Olivia before you lost your Jojo, and I wish I could explain that this is a thing that happens, and sometimes it hurts again just like the first moment we learned they were gone. The depth of our pain is the depth of our love. I’m so sorry, baby. They’re gone.

10/07/2017

Little Boo may have had a little difference of opinion with the local stinkstankstripeyfauxcatto about some leftover cat food, and she left in a huff for a couple days.

We moved her den next to the house and are making sure no leftover food is left out. But she wasn't sure about the new den. Until today ❤

You can huff and puff but you can't blow her house down.

09/26/2017

Seen crossing the road in front of us, a few blocks down.

I bet this is who we hear shrieking at 3 a.m.

09/22/2017

Today in small kindnesses:

No photo because it was kind of an emergency.

Smol BW stinkstankspray fauxcatto - *not* groundhog - has been digging under the barn. We learned this, in the back of the barn, by finding smol BW stinkstankspray fauxcatto making noises of distress after (presumably) reaching through the milk crate and grabbing for the bait on the varmint trap, and getting a trap snapped on that paw. Like the fist of candies in the narrow necked jar, only I am sure much more painful. :(

We blinded stinkstankspray fauxcatto with a flashlight, dropped a towel over said stinkystinker and gently restrained them with stinkytailweapon pointed Away, reached in and released the trap, then whipped off the towel and fled.

Skunkyfrend limped away, favoring that paw but putting weight on it, and disappeared down the hole we had *thought* was made by groundhogs.

Poor little stripeystinker. Sorry, buddy. Glad we found you and could let you go.

09/05/2017

Today, we officially introduce the newest denizen of Loop N Boot Acres: Little Boo, the Tiny and Cuddly Grumpy-Faced Tortie

(her true name might be Molly. we're still listening.)