Tag Archives: Recreation

The visitor . . .

Chap’s son Bone Head came out to work for a while then the two will go fishing, and while they were getting their gear ready, we heard a loud bang! A bird hit one of the dormer windows so hard … Continue reading

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To the guy who shot a widow’s kitten–beware of Ninja Kitty & Ranger the Praying Dog

A cop friend of mine called me yesterday to tell me a woman who’d just buried her husband less than a month ago reported that some scum bag had just shot her kitten in the eye. Needless to say, I … Continue reading

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Puss ‘n Toots

Atticus does not like messing with the cattle. I’m not surprised, since he’s a cat, but he throws such a fit when we leave him behind that he acts like he’s going to commit kit-icide. Or, at the very least, … Continue reading

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Manly Man Things Out Doors–are you sure that doesn’t hurt?

Chap’s son came over to the house this past weekend to help his dad do Manly Man Things Outdoors, which makes me happy, because not only do I like the kid, it also gets me out of helping Chap do … Continue reading

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Birds, bees and conjugal visits

Spring at the ranch is out in full force–despite the temperature being hotter than the hammered hinges of hell, flowers are rioting, birds are singing and bees are doing their thing. And a pair of roadrunners have taken up residence … Continue reading

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My dog, the conscientious objector

“Do you know what your dog did?” “Oh, no,” I groaned, hoping my little Border collie devil-dog hadn’t decided to eat the house. Again. Last week he chewed up a pair of Chap’s reading glasses and barely lived to tell … Continue reading

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Pecked to death by a duck

Two of the five boys who live across the river paddled their canoe over to ask me if they could “take my dog”—these are the same kids that caused me to have to swim over to retrieve my border collie … Continue reading

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