Lately I have been feeling rather ill. So yesterday evening I had dozed off on the couch. Suddenly I heard the peas making a fuss, so I went out to check and they were all by the car, screaming. Guess what?! Charlie was in the car!! I had left the hatch open while I was getting things out and I guess he went in and got comfy and then I closed it. I'm glad it wasn't hot!! Anyway thanks to peas for letting me know. It's the first useful thing they've done.
The keeters are now in the chicken yard with the rest of the avian gang. (See below: It's hard to get a good photo of Guineas--they really do have great camoflage.) After some initial bullying by peas and hens (mainly Loretta, whose behavior is proof of the adage that those who are abused grow up to be abusers!) things settled down and now there is a kind of detente, though the peas are keeping a close eye on everything. I don't mind as it keeps them out of my garden and away from my flowers, which they have a twisted and destructive desire to behead. They also like to pull plants out of containers and drop them next to the pot.
Another example of bad pea behavior: One morning last week I noticed Sushi staring intently at something on the back deck. I got up to see and there was a beautiful little yellow warbler just sitting there. I called to Shreed and just as he arrived a peahen stepped onto the deck and tried to attack the tiny warbler! Shreed ran out and shooed her away. He almost caught the warbler--it seemed sort of stunned but then flew away. I had no idea peafowl would attack like that. I have often seen them run towards small wild birds. But I always thought they were just curious rather than aggressive. I've started calling the peas "peavils"-- pea + evil.
Tofu continues to grow and to expand his mischievous activities. He has a toy monkey that he loves to carry around--that is when he is not harassing one of the other cats. Wabi is so hefty that when she slams him to the floor it looks and sounds like a WWF wrestling match. Tofu doesn't seem to care though. He keeps coming back for more. He also loves to jump on Crim's head. Crim is a very large, moody, somewhat deranged cat and I am always surprised at how tolerant he is of the little one. When Crim gets sick of being used as a punching bag he just meows unpleasantly and walks away. Of course Tofu's behavior is nothing compared to the tenacious and destructive behavior of Crim-kitten. We were convinced that little Milkweed (as he was named in the beginning) was actually an albino ocelot. He destroyed a very large jade plant and he chased Bella Janey all over until she was panting. And she weighed at least ten times what he did. Eventually Crim shredded the bottom of our box spring cover--he crawled up in there and I had to sew it shut using some heavy duty fabric and carpet thread --after I got him out, of course). It was like having a snow leopard cub in the house. Tofu is a mild mannered little cream-puff compared to that kitten!
Last week Daniel and Elam cut our hay. Extremely early this year! These guys below did most of the work:
2 comments:
Such a great photo of the mules.
I didn't realize Crim was that much of a hooligan. Little Tofu is sure a cutie. Thanks for the info about the guineas. Steve still hasn't decided if he wants any. He read that they will stand near a beehive and eat all the bees as they come in or out of the hive, that is not appealing.
After reading this blog, I see we have something in common. We both name our animals according to their personality! I enjoy reading about their adventures.
Stephanie, Joy's mom.
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