There are a lot of animals here on the farm. I’m usually bad at remembering names of pets, but somehow these guys have all stuck in my mind. Get to know them as well as I have with this helpful photo tour.
Teddy’s my best bud on the farm. He sleeps outside and always greets me when I come out for the day. He loves playing fetch with a softball, but he tends to tire out after just a couple tosses. We’ve developed a morning routine where I’ll sit on a log in the sunshine and he rests his head on my arm and leg. I give him some good scratching for a few minutes (sometimes Jack tries to get in on the action, too) and then head off to the greenhouse.
Buddy’s pretty old and mostly blind. He spends most of his time lying next to his food and water bowl reminiscing about old times. A few times a day he’ll come outside and wander the property. If I can give him a few scratches without Teddy trying to butt in and steal them, Buddy seems to appreciate it.
Jack is a cat after my own heart. He’s a wanderer by nature, and he’s been known to go on three-day hikes without letting anyone know. A consistent member of our evening hike to watch the sunset, he likes being around people as much as he seems to enjoy his solitude. With his calm nature, he’s also a welcome visitor to the greenhouse. After taking a few sniffs of whatever plants I’m transplanting, he usually falls asleep in the bucket chair by the wood stove.
Everyone says Tony is the crazy cat. I don’t disagree. He chases the softball when I’m playing fetch. He tries to climb my legs. He is usually seen bolting from one place to another for little to no reason. We love him.
I didn’t meet Pixel until a few days into my stay on the farm. He seems relatively shy, but he’s quickly warmed up to me. I’ve never seen a more innocent and trusting face on a cat. What he lacks in a tail he makes up for in body weight, and he’s the sort of cat that you have to sort of force outside to get some fresh air and run around. Still, he’s joined us on a few evening hikes; maybe he’s just a summer cat.
Patches (L) and Max (R)
I don’t know much about Patches. He seems pretty young, and he had a date with the neuterist the other day. The main quality I’ve learned about him is that he purrs loudly, sometimes for no reason that I can tell.
Max is interesting. His sad face fascinates me. I can’t tell if he’s actually depressed or just looks that way. We had a good bonding session the other night when he shed his fur all over my computer as I gave him a good scratching. He takes an active role in his petting. He shoves his head into your hands, and every 30 seconds he’ll transition to light biting. There is much more to learn about this guy.
Bumble also took the trip to be neutered last week. He’s a skittish cat around me, but he likes having his head scratched. His eyes are a beautiful orange that remind me of a harvest moon. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat with eyes like that before.
The Mysterious Outdoor Cats
The Bills (with Patches in the Middle)
There are an indeterminate number of outdoor cats. They tend to stay hidden, but I’ve counted four distinct cats so far. The Bills are the two remaining black cats from a litter of about six black cats. Instead of trying to tell them apart, they were all named Bill. Of the outdoor cats, I’ve gotten closest to the two Bills. They like to hang around the front door and sit on the porch with the other cats.
Mystery Cat #1
Mystery Cat #2
There’s another outdoor cat, but I haven’t gotten a shot of him yet. He looks like a smaller version of Tony but with a shorter tail.
This rooster and hen are the holdovers from last year’s flock. The rest of those hens stopped laying eggs and were converted into chicken soup. Such is life. I haven’t really gotten to know these two well yet. This is as close as I’ve gotten to them. I’ve spotted the rooster perched in a conifer, so I believe they roost there in the evenings.
These are the baby chicks we picked up yesterday. There are 14 in total, and they’re a mix of Barred Rock, Isa Brown, New Hampshire Brown, Rhode Island Red, and Wyandotte breeds. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about them soon.
Here are three of the five ducks. They usually travel together, but they split up whenever I try to photograph them all. They quack and try to mate a lot. There are a few ponds on the property, and their day is spent wandering from one to the other.
Ok, that should do it for the animals. Tune in again soon for a tour of the more-easily-photographed buildings and general layout.