I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to write about for today’s Alphabe-Thursday post, so I didn’t make up my mind. Instead I just started taking pictures.
First up is Djali. That stupid llama is spitting at my ox.
Next we have a scene that is seen frequently right now. The harvest is well under way here, and the sound of combines carries to my farm from every direction.
While I was in the pasture, I decided I would try to get a picture of the sunflare through the trees. I was very surprised when I saw this one. I swear I did nothing to make it look more like a heart shape.
While walking back there, I saw a spade. It was left by my nephew while he was finishing up a bit of work. This reminds me I still need to go bring it back up for him.
I love the splash of color under the clear sky. Is that a stretch for an s?
The goats were in pasture. I caught sisters, Bonnie and Blaze, browsing together.
My sweet, sweet Myson was munching the stems of the rose bush.
Bonnie is one spotted, speckled, and splotched goat. She was stretching as high as she could to get some green stuff.
My silly little shadow was resting in the shade. My Bob cat followed me all over the pasture. He was panting, so I put him over my shoulder and carried him part of the way. He doesn’t often pose for me, but when he does, the results are purrfect!
I thought about sitting on the stump to rest and look at the silvery moon (upper left hand corner), but thought I might get splinters.
So I continued walking back to the house. On the way, I saw two of my super stinky boys. Really they stink.
This might be another stretch, but the birds (maybe they’re sparrows) were sitting on the corn.
Finally, I arrive at the sad part of my post. I took this as another silly picture, the cat yawning, but I noticed something amiss. This is my seriously snaggletoothed Snickers. Do you see something missing on the bottom. He’s lost the tooth that was abscessed last spring. There’s also a big horrible spot, so he went back to see the vet. The diagnosis is cancer.
Finally my sick pup, Mushu, is feeling better, but I don’t think the infection is the primary problem. I believe he and Snickers share the same diagnosis. He’s only eating soft food, struggles to get up and sleeps most of the time. I’m so grateful my mom is helping to care for him during the day when I’m at work.
He still makes me smile. After all, he is my soul puppy.