You know those times when you may have over committed? Yeah, I am that person, yet again. In addition to all of the home stuff I do, I also work full time. And I own a small business. And I teach textile things. Oh, and I scaled back my regular job to do more private practice work so I went to part time and added in part time. Sheesh.
I share this not for sympathy but because I'm so often curious about how people who are living this homemaking, sustainable lifestyle pay the actual bills, I thought you might be as well. I know that I often wonder if they know some secret that I don't? I'm here to tell you that there are some who have sold a house in an urban area and had enough equity to make it all work. I know a few people in that category. More often than not, at least one of the adults has an off farm income of some sort to pay things like the mortgage; you know, the things we can't pay for in eggs, or herbs or other such things. Anyway, all of this working off farm work and the on farm work, has meant I've neglected the lot of you and I'm sorry for it. Rest assured, this morning brings with it another big shift that will should mean I'm back on track for regular updates. For now, I offer you this - a kitten in a basket (and yes, drying yarn, and a spindling wheel). So, in that way of cats who have carved out a cosy spot in your life, we were in Freyja-withdrawal big time. Of our three cats, she is by far the most connected to the family as indicated by her moniker, Freyja the Dog-Cat. She embodies all of the best of both species.
With all of this said, you can imagine my joy when, while out for a run, I heard a familiar little beeping meow at the bottom of the meadow (aka the Coyote Zone). Tired, skinny, and scratched up, she did not do her usual semi-feral run away from the human taking her from the fun. Instead, she practically leapt into my arms and let me carry her most of the way home. As we climbed the driveway, she started to writhe and try to get away but I wasn't going to let that happen. I got her in the house and here she recovers. Seriously. This one has to cross the road to get to her pond around which a secret nest has been hidden. This one just hangs out on the road: It's kind of funny and then kind of not, when you consider I just took a duck over the burial spot after being hit by a car.
Why not just keep them home? Great idea - please send me a note and tell me how you would do that. When we clip the muscovy wings, we find they're predator bait. And cats... yes, mine are outside cats because their job is to deal with the mice around the shieling. Also - yes, I get to live here. Swoon. |
AuthorI'm a 40-something writer and smallholder living in the wilds of BC with my family, our small herd of Nigerian Dwarf Goats, chickens, ducks, dogs, and cats. Archives
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