HERDING CATS


Getting ready for winter has been accelerated by a departure for London this coming Saturday.
Lloyd picked up the remaining Frankensteer from a neighbour's corral and the fields are empty (except for turds that Emma chews on) More difficult was our round of cat depopulation. We have been catching screaming, scratching kittens that the grandkids played with this summer. We sent 2 home with a mother and little girl, 2 to Lloyd's barn, 2 under Colin's trailer, 2 to Heaven Can Wait (plus a $200 donation for spaying) and 2 to the Parkers in Bragg Creek who supply us with spruce trees from their lovely property. They wanted ONE kitten for their dog to play with and luckily Emma has been carrying kittens in her mouth. After a great lunch we left Parkers with 2 bags of manure, a half lamb and 2 kittens and 10 spruce trees in our car. One kitten was already playing with the dog and one still lodged under their bed. (Has since come out for food.) As I had been bitten through my glove by it that morning I stayed away from it. And finally we took one of 2 mother cats to be spayed. Hopefully she is not killed by coyotes as was Goldie 3 weeks after being spayed). I blame my expenses on cat loving Rod in Darfur as he made a fuss when I used to drown kittens. Yesterday we planted the new trees in our wind brake as light rain fell. We worked like crazy (chest pains!) and later took one last drive into the empty fields. As Linda picked some blue flowers that always persist this late, Emma checked out gopher holes and coyote scat. We noted shrubs and trees along the coulee turning yellow/orange and concurred with our Dr, Adam, we do live in Nirvana. Last night Linda brought in 12 more ears of corn for a feast, along with goulash made from one of Lloyd's normal steers.
Now to pack our 2 carry on bags and get to the airport by Sat 6 PM for a flight my kids often take to direct to London . Sunday we arrive by coach at the home of Uganda friends the Thomases in Plymouth to plan a week long trip with them through their native Wales to England's Lakes country. Then we go on our own into Scotland, our destination the Isle of Harris from whence sailed the MacKillops of Cape Breton.
Wish I knew more Gaelic.
On a sad note, our friend Linda's son was killed in Afghanistan this week. When I saw her last week she was dropping branches at recycling before going to a non violence communication course. We dedicated a spruce tree facing SW towards the coulee as Nathan's tree.