Our Maremma Sheepdog and Her Pet Cat
Meet the newest addition to the farm, our little cat, Sheldon. He sleeps in a birdcage on the back porch. He’s a rescue.
Yep, I rescued him from the jaws of death. Literally.
Meet the newest addition to the farm, our little cat, Sheldon. He sleeps in a birdcage on the back porch. He’s a rescue.
Yep, I rescued him from the jaws of death. Literally.
I’ve had a lot of posts on here lately singing the praises of Livestock Guardian Dogs. And they deserve good press.
This past weekend The Farmer was out doing chores. Whenever he stops to rest, he gets company. Usually it’s our farm collie, Toby, bugging him for a pet. Lately, however, the neighbor’s dog has gotten in on the act.
A couple of days ago I walked out to the end of the driveway to put some letters in the mailbox. There’s nothing unusual about that, but on the way back I heard a kitten crying. Since all we have is a neutered male cat, that WAS unusual.
The trouble was, I could hear it plainly, but I couldn’t SEE it. I looked all over. Around the vehicles. Under the vehicles. In all sorts of nooks and crannies. I kept hearing these pitiful cries, but no matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t see this cat.
We’ve had a lot of rain lately, and it rained pretty much all last night and on into the morning. Anytime we get very much rain, it means the creek bordering one side of our property is going to flood. Fortunately, it floods the road AFTER you get past our driveway!
The water had receded somewhat by the time Toby and I went out to the mailbox, so this isn’t as bad as it got. Otherwise we might not have gotten cheeky enough to walk through the flood waters to get to the bridge.
I figured if Toby could make it, so could I, and off we went. I stopped mid-way and took a picture of the water going off the edge of the road. . .
And here’s the same section of the road, and more, taken from off to the side.
The cat-who-thinks-he’s-a-dog was still enough of a cat that he declined to join the party and frolic in the water.
We took our crazy selves and walked towards the top of the bridge. I took this picture right before we got there. It’s the side of the creek flowing to and under the bridge.
There are actually TWO culverts, but you can’t see the one closest to the front of the picture. It’s completely submerged in the flood waters.
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The water really rushes out of the submerged culvert!
After we got our exercise walking around in the flood waters, we headed back home. I noticed we have a new little reflecting pond in the back of the The Farmer’s pick-up truck:
And that’s the way it is, on another rainy day of the monsoon season in the south.