I haven’t been ghosting this blog intentionally. Why I took a two-year hiatus from writing is an enigma to me too.
Playing catch up will likely have some missing pieces and require several posts.
On a sad note two members of the Catillac Ranchette crew passed away.
Bob, the 12-year-old resident farm dog, was diagnosed with bone cancer mid 2014 and crossed the rainbow bridge on Thanksgiving. Bean, the alpha neutered male cat passed away the following year near his 16th birthday.
About three months before Bob died, a puppy stole my heart and moved to the Catillac Ranchette.
Willow is a purebred Border collie and it takes a big thinking cap to be smarter than the dog.
She is amazing at herding cats and yielding to their wily personalities. Hardwired to gather moving objects, Willow is never a “ free Willy “. We tried that program a couple of times after she was well versed in commands, and yup, all that instruction goes in the weeds when off leash.
I ran out of enticements to get her back. Treats, truck ride, the ball she worships, oh look someone is here and help I’ve fallen and can’t get up failed to lure her back under my control.
Eventually she got hungry and wanted inside. More about her later.
The neighbouring north pasture was converted to growing barley the past two seasons.
The pasture to the south remains lush for grazing Holstein heifers during the summer and early fall.
Change at or near the Catillac Ranchette can be as slow as dial up or faster than the speed of skunk spray christening a dog. I’ll be back to share the comings and goings of the furry herd.