Thank you, Yvonne, and it's great being back. It's so hard losing the ones we love, and cared for. I thought I was gonna go before Molly, she was keeping up at night, until I finally had to move her outside, back to her old house, with a heat pad at night and a fan during the day, a separate fence to keep Foxy and Leo away from her. She was so skinny. I had to hand feed her the last month she lived. Feel for you with Marco, after Molly; I almost didn't want another, it's so hard losing them. Speaking of stray while Molly was passing, we had a little stray kitten show up at the barn, and I was in there getting some tools she kept screaming, so I said what the heck is that. Went around to back of barn, there was a kitten and it took off to go under barn floor, I caught it barely by the tail, and pulled her out. Little baby, black kitten. Don't know where she came from and by herself. I brought her up here showed Marie, Molly just licked her and kept looking at her. I'll put a photo of her up, for you. Thanks for letting know how to hang in if site is under too. Shebba, was a Lot smaller than this, when I found her, we bought her this cat house she loved it.
Foxy loved Sheba, and really missed her when I gave her to a lady who rescues horses. I wish I'd kept her but I have allergy to cats but I could've been more careful and I sure do miss her, Jake really missed her.
You right, it is after, they're gone you keep remembering them, everywhere you look around, then you have sad thoughts about it, the sad memories stick out more than all the happy ones; even though there were more happy ones than sad.
I like that song, bet she would too. Maybe she can dance with this funky dog Foxy, who loves Uptown Funk. It just came on youtube one day and she went nuts yapping and 'dancing'.
They're great birds Mary, pretty much trouble free for us. They don't fight or peck on each other, we free range them everyday. We separated Lucille from them, after she had fell off perch at night and injured herself, she still limps after about three years, so we let her have her own pen. I give her a grasshopper every so often when I catch one; she loves them. We let her free range every now and then when we put Leo and Foxy in there pen. We tried all kinds of other breeds, like bantams which fought to death if I didn't separate them, cochens white and brown, and they chewed all the feathers off each other, etc. These lay big brown eggs and they're great. We have nine now and that keeps us in all the eggs we need.