I can't remember what these thorny bushes are called, but they're all over the farm. Yes, they're SHARP.
Sophie in deeper snow, waiting for me again. Tristan goes off without a backwards glance, checking in occasionally, but Sophie mostly stays close to me when we walk.
I love her snowy nose. She likes to eat snow as she runs along. She reminds me of a baleine whale eating krill.
Sophie running, ears flying...
Snow buntings and the bird bath. Check Wednesday's post and you'll see how much higher the snow is around the birdbath now!
And inside, we have Julius getting his belly rub. He has lost some fur on his belly and hind legs. The vet says it's fine, a normal thing in aging neutered cats. Apparently it's hormonal. Time to get him some Rogaine!
Naomi snoozing on the lovely crocheted blanket her Auntie Mary made for me!
Alex doing his best to leave cat fur on our couch.
He is SO mellow. I can't imagine him spending hours, maybe days, in a leghold trap, suffering. Maybe nothing seems bad in comparison to that, which is why he's such a happy, laid-back boy now. I love his long whiskers. He's a total food addict, though. If his dish is empty, he'll start by knocking it back and forth against the wall. If you ignore that, he pushes it off the chest of drawers it's on and onto the floor. If you ignore that, he tosses the water bowl onto the floor! (I have, after two broken dishes, learned to use metal ones.) He'll also start pushing everything and anything off the kitchen table. He loves doing that.
And lastly, the dogs. Sophie walked in, plonked herself down next to Tristan, and proceeded to growl at him, as if he had invaded HER bed. She's such a b*tch!!
PS: Today is my very special day, the day my Mum had me many moons ago! :) Somebody (Gordon) got me a video camera as a gift, so I may add a few videos to the blog in the future. Somebody (Gordon) made me blintzes for brunch, and tonight we are off to dinner at what I consider the one decent upscale restaurant in Cornwall. I love birthdays!