Tammy's Bird Brain

Have I mentioned that I love where I live right now? I live in a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom cottage that is surrounded by a huge yard that has about 8 huge, old trees on it and then behind the house is 2 more acres with a barn. The driveway wraps around behind the house which I love and the garage is not connected to the house; it sits back and to the side of the house. The trees are so old that one is perfect for a tree house and I am trying to convince my father-in-law, who is an engineer and whose engineering company I work for, to engineer me one.


Anyways, I have big plans for my little farm. I have already added ducks and geese. I have plotted out my garden (in my mind) and have been getting the leaves ready for it. We are thinking about raising a cow and we are definately getting more chickens come spring. (Did you catch the farm talk I just typed?) Ya, so I am a small time farmer but I love my farm cottage so much it makes me smile when I think about it.


Today when I got home from work I pulled in and hopped out of the car and immediately called for my two cats (see I am totally a farmer). The thing that is disappointing with my cats is that they are not really farm cats and they aren’t mousers. They don’t even kill spiders for me. Anyways, I called for my two cats and the long legged one immediately bolted through the door but my little butter ball Grey I could barely make out beyond the fence in the back yard. I forgot to mention it snowed a lot today and there was about a foot of snow on the ground. I called to Grey and she called back but wasn’t moving. The snow was too deep and she had given up trying when she saw me and decided to just cry for help. I went out to her and picked her up. Her whole underbelly was covered in snow. It made me smile and she seemed grateful. I am totally a farmer and I just saved one of my animals from certain doom.


On a sort of related note; my mom and step-father are going on a church mission to Johannesburg, South Africa so I am watching their two cats while they are gone. These cats ARE farm cats and I look forward to the many gifts of half eaten animals they will bring me (not really). These cats are professional mousers and I am so glad not to have to worry about mice getting in my cottage.


So now I am snuggling up on my couch with the lights on my dead Christmas tree casting a happy glow and the snow outside silently falling. This is when I love snow. When I am cozy and warm in my house and the snow is softly falling around me.


Tomorrow morning I will feel differently.

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