The Turkey Whisperer

Sleeping with Jenny’s and Jake’s. I am talking turkeys here. One summer my dad decided we were going to fill the freezer with turkey meat. So he purchased around 20 of the little dumb critters. Yes, turkeys are dumb, but some of the tamest things with a beak and feathers. We kept them in one of the hen houses, and one morning we noticed there were a few missing, though some of their feathers remind. It did not take long to figure that there was a stray feline, or two, serving themselves up a fresh, hot turkey sammich. Of course, there was only one course of action: Flop down an old mattress, and a young Hillbilly in the middle of the hen-house during the night. So around 9pm, and snuggly wrapped in a musty old blanket, I was sleeping with the Jenny’s and Jake’s.

I must say, there were quiet birds at night, but I found out that they were curious as all get out. I awoke not much after the day’s first light. I had the feeling of not only being watched, but being pinned down. Probably like Gulliver felt with all those super midget’s who tied him down. Upon further review, I had every darn turkey either on the mattress, standing, or sitting on me. Not making a sound, but staring. Kind of like Hitchcock’s The Birds….but more like The Shortbus version. This went on for over a week, till the cats stopped sammich shopping. Those darn birds grew up, and then filled up the freezer. I will tell you what we did with the innards of those turkeys another day.

Little Red And The Cycle Of Farm Life

This is one of my favorite yarns, and it is 100% true. When I was a kid, my dad had multiple cows in the pasture. So he purchased a bull, so we could produce our own beef. This bull turned out to be a beast. About 1,800 pounds of white-faced bovine. Of course, we called him Big Red and it did not take long for him to perform his duties. The heifer he dropped anchor in, was a bit small, so when it came time for the calf to drop, she needed help. Of course, my dad had me fish him out. I was no more than 11 or 12 at the time, so, I sank up to my neck when I reached in. I felt, and found his head, and leaned back and yanked him out. Little feller looked just like his dad, only smaller. Momma cow would have nothing to do with Little Red, since he smelled like a Hillbilly. So I bottle fed him from day one. I would spend days during his first summer playing in the field; chasing him and scratching his ears. Over the next 10 months, Little Red grew to be less than half the size as his dad. In other words, thanks to the role of the genetic dice, he was on the fast track for the freezer.

I came home one fall day from school, and was handed a big bowl and told to head out back, I heard the sound of the butcher’s truck, or I should say the sound of the water boiling in its trailer. As soon as I arrived, I saw the butcher pop and drop Little Red, and I was there with the bowl to collect the brains and innards. Some folks asked if I cried, and the answer is no. I knew the rules of farm life, and Little Red’s role was to fill the freezer and my boiler. As for his dad, a beef rancher from Red Bluff spotted him and offered my dad $2,000 for him. He needed him to service his herd. Something tells me Big Red Died a bit differently than his son.

Adpot A Puppy….Please! I Still Have Four

Tula JeanRoamie

OK, Roamie and Tula-Jean are eight weeks young, and in need of a new home. Super sweet and loving. And very hungry.

Fat Cat Dies

No, settle down, no idiot fat cat politician bought the farm…tooo bad! But rather, Meow the cat. 39 pounds of fur and purr!

http://www.bostonherald.com/news/national/southwest/view.bg?articleid=1061130145&position=emailed
The extra pounds that propelled Meow the shelter cat to national celebrity have killed him.

The 5-year-old, 39-pound cat died Saturday of respiratory complications related to his girth, Santa Fe Animal Shelter executive director Mary Martin said Monday.

The huge but personable feline became the subject of nationwide fame last month after appearing with Anderson Cooper and on the “Today” show — where Meow met actor Hugh Grant — as part of a media blitz to warn pet owners of the dangers of pet obesity.

One Week Till Pay Day….I Am Busted

This song by Johnny is one of my favorites around this time o fthe month. The mouths I have to feed are furry with whiskers though! But I got eight of em’!

Big Dog Little Dog…We Love Them All

I actually have a mastiff named Dude who is similiar to Maggie. He is truly a gentle giant. I just stumbled upon this video. Kinda funny how animals get along with each other no matter what their differances are!

And The Sun Sets On Another Day

I am going to refrain a bit from writing about crap like Fast and Furious, because the hypocrisy of Obama? Holder gets me Furious, really Fast! If it was GWB in this hot seat, dems, libs, and RHINO’s would be screaming “Murderer” at the tops of their cloves stained lungs.

So instead, I will cap off today with something a bit different. If you know me, you are well aware I am a sucker for an animal. If I saw a dude walking a dog, and they got mowed over by a truck, the pooch would be the first one I attempt to save! So I find out to-day at work, that a little female pup, that has been showing up almost daily, for the past two weeks, was rolled up by the Pup-po-po, and whisked away to the Oakdale Animal Shelter. So I was not happy, because dogs that go to animal shelters do not usually make it out. This little girl had a collar, so their obviously is an owner. Thing is, she would be starving and thirsty every time she came over. I had been feeding her hot dogs, which probably has landed me on Michelle Obama’s list of “Domestic Food Terrorist.” Even this past Saturday afternoon, when I had to work, she found me and I fed her.

So the first thing I do when I heard the news was to call the shelter. Turns out, that Oakdale is an exception to the shelter rule. I told the nice lady who I was, and where I worked, and why I was calling. I told her to contact me if the pup was not adopted, so she would not get gassed. She told me the very rarely put animals down, unless they are mean, or feral cats. I almost fell of my chair, and I was not even drinking. Thing is, I have already adopted one cat, and two dogs from work. Now I know why I like animals so much: It is too hard to adopt people, and I don’t like them as much anyway!
Like my dad always said; “The more I see of people, the better I like my dogs.”

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