Another Wonderful Day on the Homestead

I just finished a delish rawhide flip chip.  Mom gave it to me because she hoped I would quit asking to be let in and out, in and out, in and out – you get the picture.  I guess it worked because now I’m feeling very full and happy.  Of course that feeling might also be a nap coming on - either way I win.  But it’s been such a great day I just had to write a short note to rub it into all of you who are stuck in cities or some place with bad weather.

Lee is at a gun show in Fairbanks so it’s just me and Mom holding down the fort.  This means I have to stay more alert but Mom is pretty savvy and takes pretty good care of herself.  She needs help but that’s true of all humans.  Anyway, we slept in and drank coffee in bed and finished a crossword puzzle.  Actually, I went back to bed.  I don’t like crossword puzzles or magazines in general – what’s the point.  After breakfast, I checked out the thermometer on the porch and couldn’t believe what I saw.  It was 25° ABOVE zero and rising and the sun was shining.  It’s the middle of February in Alaska.  So I grabbed Mom’s pant leg and when she saw the temp she said we needed to get right outside – YES!

So we let the chickens out into their yard and we had to get a couple of bags of feed from the storage building.  This requires the use of the wheel barrow.  That thing is impossible to steer unless I help by biting the front tire and barking.  After that was finished and I had snuck in a few bites of chicken poop, we checked on the bunnies.  Unfortunately, Ebony bought it during the night and Mr. and Mrs. Raven were eating her.  This is sad.  Well, Mom says it’s sad.  The Ravens don’t think so.  After preparing her for burial in an NPS dumpster, we took care of filling the bird feeders.  This is one of my favorite chores – especially when Mom gives the birds dry dog food.  Sometime soon I’ll share my technique for tricking the birds into dropping food for me.

It’s almost 4:30 in the afternoon and it’s still light.  The temperature is dropping a little.  In about half an hour I’ll have to remind Mom to go gather eggs and shut the chickens in to the coop.  I hope tomorrow is this nice.

Arrf, arrff!

Your Friend,

Pearl