Sadie is sporting her Space Helmet, as so appropriately named by the astute 4 year old Boy. The purpose of the Space Helmet is to keep her from getting to the still-healing wounds and stitches from surgery that she had almost two weeks ago.
She removed her Space Helmet the first day after it was put on her. The vet’s office thought it was sized to be too loose for her and that she had wiggled it off her head. But, no. Not our Sadie. First, she caught a corner of the cone on a table leg then broke off a section of the plastic. Then she hooked the broken part on a chair and pulled the velcro apart. We put the Space Helmet back on, making sure it was snug but not too tight. So she took it off again with a smile that said, “We can do this all day.”
Pink duct tape over the velcro to hold it made the difference! And every time she’d break another piece of plastic off, we’d add more pink so the sharp edges wouldn’t stab us when she came up behind us.
She decided to share her helmet with TJ. She ran up to him, nose to nose, and said “See! How do you like being in the Space Helmet?” TJ ran off. He’s actually been giving her a very wide berth.
Family came to visit, and Sadie decided Kind-Hearted Company would take her Space Helmet off. She pushed into a chair and told Kind-Hearted Company, “Cough, cough. I’m choking here. See what they’ve done to me? Cough. Help, help. Cough.” Farmer Lady moved the chair. Killjoy.
Maybe today, Sadie. Maybe today the Space Helmet can go into the Archive, and the entire household will stop the nervous twitching when walking down hallways or through doorways.
We’re getting ready for Christmas on the farm. We went to a local tree farm and bought two Carolina Sapphire cypress trees. It’s our new Christmas tradition to have growing Christmas trees.
TJ and Sadie are on patrol. They are checking for signs of reindeer.
One of the neighborhood deer dropped by the other evening to see what was going on. Or maybe she was just interested in taking a Selfie. Or maybe she was wondering what that camo-colored thing on the tree was and what was in it… If she got just a little closer, maybe she could see…
Red on yellow, kill a fellow – Red on black, friend of Jack
This Wuzza Snake. Now it’s a dead Coral Snake with no head. It’s the second Coral Snake we’ve seen. The first one was caught and killed three years ago by Buster, our late sweet boxer mix and Farm Dog.
When Buster saw a black snake, he had a very distinctive bark. We knew he had found another snake. And the snakes took the hint and scooted away.
When he saw the coral snake, he didn’t bark. He grabbed the snake, shook it, threw it down, picked it up, and shook it again and again. He was evidently not a fan of coral snakes.
We just happened to have a vet appointment for our old guy Buster that day for a check up. When we told the vet about his encounter with the Coral Snake, she said, “Tell him he shouldn’t be doing that!” We gravely nodded in agreement even though we were very proud of our Farm Protector. He was a good dog.
Man almost stepped on this snake. He called for a shovel and watched the snake while I dashed – as well as an old lady can dash – for a nice sharp shovel that resulted in the demise of the snake.
There’s a storm brewing in the Gulf. I think the wildlife is searching for higher ground in anticipation of the impending weather.
I picked almost 3 pounds of beautiful Anaheim peppers in our garden today. The Anaheim chili pepper originated from New Mexico chile seeds that were planted in the Anaheim, California area in 1894. That must be why roasting Anaheim peppers in Florida smells like late summer in New Mexico. Love the smell of roasting peppers!
The neighborhood deer discovered our North Forty where we have high bush blueberries, rabbit eye blueberries, two different varieties of persimmon trees, and peach trees. The tender leaves on our newest peach trees are evidently their very favorite because they have been ignoring the blueberries and other fruit trees completely. The smallest peach tree was almost completely stripped of leaves. I do enjoy my evening cup of peach tea, and I did just can 15 pints of peach jam, so I guess I can’t really blame the deer for having a preference for peaches.
If you look behind the deer, you will see our new Peach Tree Corrals. Each tree has its own personal corral. It appears our doe is headed towards the yummy invasive tangle-foot vine that is also a deer delicacy. Good girl!