Does your sister ride the horses too? I think she would appreciate this competition…
This seems funny, but this is how my cousin’s dog died. While he was out, the dog got into the trash, grabbed a Doritos bag, got its head inside and suffocated. Awful.
He’s well supervised but it is funny you say that.
We cut open any and all bags before they go into the trash for that reason. Not only for our animals but in case any animal gets into our trash outside or when it makes it to the landfill.
Not sure how or when we got this way but we do love animals.
We have babies, we have babies.
Momma squirrel finally let the 3 babies out and a baby bunny has been hanging around. The 3 squirrels are having a ball exploring.
Unfortunately Mrs. Feral has been keeping guard but she’s slowed down in her old age so the babies are faster.
As I was standing on the back step barefoot clicking pictures momma squirrel walked across my feet looking for nuts.
So, the story: this horse has no patience for someone who only kind of knows what they’re doing (but is great with beginners). The rider in the picture is a professional knight (TIL there was such a thing), was in Full Metal Jousting, jousts at Medieval Times… when he hopped on the horse, she sensed a pro rider and turned into enthusiastically murderous battle beast.
She is so cute! She’s like the orange-stripey and white mirror image to Ripley’s grey-stripey and white.
If there’s an afterlife and it’s joyous, there’ll be cats with whiskers, sleep and a feisty vin rouge ordinaire. But mostly cats and sleep.
Gata is a colorized version of Ripley !
(Non) Seizure kitty weaseled her way between my feet on the recliner. We are now weaning her off the steroids but keeping her on high dose of anti seizure medication.
The neurologist thinks it worth a try because the side effects from long term steroids are not good.
Momma bird and baby hanging out above Mrs. Feral.
About 4 years ago we had our 57 year old silver maple trimmed significantly. The next day our squirrel came running across our garage roof where he normally would jump on a branch to get to his house. It was funny to see him skid to a stop.
So, of course, I steched a rope across so he could get home. Now everyone uses it.
I don’t think you can really train an emu.