Strays.

 Strays.

 

Last night around midnight, we had some visitors: two huge dogs that looked to be a cross between mastiffs and pit bulls. They tried to eat my two dogs through the fence. Wasn’t sure but what the fence would get the worst of it. Anyway, finally was able to get my two back inside the house so that the two stray dogs would go away. Patty said they set off her camera around that time. She thought they would have eaten her and snacked on her little critters as appetizers. Not sure but what the bobcats, coyotes, and such are not preferable to this kind of stray dogs. Just had to wonder where they came from. Then another dog—an intact poodle type—came to visit today. Not sure what is going on with all the strays, but certainly don’t need any extra critters in the neighborhood. The new family across the road have a ten-year-old boy and a couple of little girls who come visit. Have had a discussion with my two critters about how children are not something that need to be barked at. They just have never seen small children or have heard little giggling girls playing in the yard across the way.

 

A quick trip to United this morning had more cabbage put out for my hens. Also, they got some dog food that my dogs turned their noses up at. Tiny little chunks of very hard stuff that must have been difficult to chew. Poured it and the out-of-date milk in a pan for the hens. They did not care if it was tiny and hard. Guess their craws could handle that kind of stuff easily enough.

 

Picked up more feed at the feed store and unloaded that earlier today. Filled up the big cans in both coops so that when the cold weather gets here—and trust me, it will—the business of feeding my hens won’t take too much effort. About the only thing that really will be harder to do will be hauling water to the coops. The few times so far that the water bowls have had ice on them, it thawed quickly. We know that January and February are right around the corner, however. The February blizzard that caused me to meet with Lewis had frozen the roads nearly axle deep between Petrolia and WF. It was a good time to have a cousin invite me to spend the night so it would not be impossible to get to classes the next day. Guess God just gave us that weather that year for a good reason.

 

Sterling said that they had planned to come to Texas this weekend until he found out that his daughter and her partner have Covid. Good reason to stay off the road and away from folks. Maybe they will get over it quickly.

 

Meanwhile my number one Dickerson grandchild has something going on from where he had gall bladder surgery. Not sure what is happening, but they are doing some testing this afternoon. Have never had that surgery, but have heard that it can cause problems with what one eats afterwards. Seems to me that gall bladder problems are hitting younger folks these days. We used to get old and grumpy before getting that kind of upsets. Certainly hope the cause can be alleviated soon.

 

It looks like Texans are—again—the only ones who can protect themselves against a federal government that disputes the right of citizens to stand their ground. Texas has the right to prevent the invasion of its borders—of its land, cities, and properties. The federal government and its laws do NOT intercede against the rights of the states’ citizens. This does not mean that Texans are racists or hatemongers. If someone comes on my property, my rights come first if those persons try to take my land or anything on it. Somehow our nation has forgotten that we fought a war with Britain about this umpteen years ago. Our land belongs to US.

 

Guess watching the news about Israel, North Korea, Russia, and the like have not settled anyone’s nerves lately. Wars are horrible, but it is the innocent who suffer the most on either side of the battles. May God lead us to peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.