FRANCIS'S BLOG 04/21/2026
I sense a disturbance in the feline force (which is not bad for a donkey).
"Evil cat" was sighted this morning, outside the abandoned chicken coop, and in the little garage helping himself to kitty breakfast.
Stormy mud-wrestles himself.
Uh-oh, looks like the mud has stormy pinned right off the bat!
Wait a minute, it looks like Stormy executes a classic Greco-Equine maneuver and escapes!
The match is over! It was a judge's (I'm the judge) decision, and the winner is. . .
. . .the mud!
It's getting dark, so rise and shine!
Any time after about 5PM our bats squeeze out from behind the hay barn roof slats, yawn and stretch and get ready to eat loads of mosquitos!
Sly was a very bad kitty. . .
Today we had a very serious violation of our feline birding policy: As you can see below, Sly caught a female Goldfinch - and after I went to all the trouble of writing this poem as a mnemonic device even a walnut-sized cat brain* can remember:
Feathers blue? Don't pursue! Feathers green? Flee that scene! Feathers red? Don't make dead! Feathers black? Put claws back! Feathers yellow? Spare that fellow! Feathers brown? Scarf him down!
*no offense
We Have Bats!
Mary discovered that our bat colony has returned once again!
This one wasn't feeling too colonial:
Here's a baby:
Today's riding lesson
Mary and Stormy do a very nice trot, walk, and lope during the weekly lesson with Joe.
The cats caught some more birds. . . Yawn. . .
You can only catch and eat so many sparrows before it just gets boring.
Uh-oh. . .
. . .looks like one of our goldfish, that normally resides in the horses' water tank, zigged when it should have zagged.
