Friday, August 9, 2013

"A Three-Hour Tour....."

One more project checked off my list!

I bought this ottoman at Pier 1 years and years ago.
It matches the loveseat and chairs from my apartment days.
It was on sale and I couldn't pass it up.
They didn't have cushions for it.

Now, it has a cushion.

I know enough about sewing to be dangerous.
I had no pattern.
I had foam, left-over fabric, and paracord.
(FYI: Wal-Mart no longer sells cording, so I had to improvise.)

I knew what it needed to look like.
I knew where I wanted to end up.
About half-way through, the theme to "Gilligan's Island"
began to play in my head.

My "three-hour tour" turned into a five hour adventure
into surviving (and completing) this sewing project.
I won't bore you with the details, but I am SO glad to be done.
It fits.  It looks great (if I do say so myself) and it's over!

Post-Script on yesterday's drama:
The bird survived.
The cat spent the ENTIRE day under my feet on the carport.
She's yet to be seen this morning.
The new rooster was turned out yesterday evening
and hasn't been seen since.
The barking I heard was a fox, not a coyote.
(I knew I'd heard it before, but couldn't place it.  Hubby explained!)
If anything is misspelled today, no excuse.  I've had my tea. :)

Just another day in the deep woods.
I'm sure going to miss them when school starts...

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Herding Cats

It's been a day.  Already.  And it's just 7:45 a.m.
After my hubby left for work, I decided to water my plants.
It's a "cool" 76 degrees and will only get warmer as the day progresses.
I ended with my hibiscus, which takes over a gallon of water a day.

Sitting on the arm of my Adirondack chair was this precious thing:

A baby mockingbird.  I love mockingbirds.
They nest here every year.
I love to hear them sing and I try to count the different calls they make.
I particularly love the tufted feathers above his eyes.

I slowly watered my hibiscus (right next to the chair.)
And turned to find my other precious, my cat, in the swing.
She's rarely out this early, but this morning, she is.
I got her fresh food, water, and kitty treats.  I knew it was in vain.

Then the momma & daddy mockingbirds spotted her.
The cacophony began.
Meanwhile, in the pasture our rooster was exerting his vocal skills.
My hubby brought home a new rooster yesterday (safely ensconsed in the coop.)

Our existing rooster was putting on a performance fit for Cirque.
He pranced, strutted, fluffed, climbed, fluttered, jumped.
All while crowing at the top of his lungs.
(Keep in mind he's been crowing since about 5:45 a.m. already.)

During this show, the dogs began to bark.
These are the two who NEVER bark (unlike the one who does just because he's breathing.)
I went to investigate.
Nothing amiss, but the distant barking of another animal, probably a coyote.

Mockingbirds chirping and screeching and now dive-bombing the cat.
A rooster trying to show everyone He's the boss.
Dogs letting me know something is out there that shouldn't be.
And a cat, lazily strolling around the yard sniffing for baby birds.  Sigh.

I lure her into the house with a peck on a glass bowl.
(That's the universal call that mommy has a treat.)
She turned her nose up at 2% milk.
Poured that out and replaced it with heavy cream. 
That got a lick, then a distainfully flicked tail.

She began to roam the house.
I was envisioning ragged threads hanging from my new chairs.
She has a penchant for clawing the furniture.  Most is kitty-proof.
I tied string of paracord around a kitchen chair.
This entertained her for quite some time.

The roaming began again.  The birds had calmed.
It was time for her to go back outside.
I have things to do that don't involve herding a cat all day.
And, the chase was on.

She knows the exact spots in the house where I can't reach her.
Well, by the time I get to all fours and stretch, she jumps just out of reach.
And runs again.  Under and behind chairs and tables.
Then she hides.  This is her hiding under our bed:

She hasn't figured out her tail gives her away.
After about the 6th circut through the house, she began to eye the new chairs.
I knew what that look meant.  Just a glance and a flicked tail.
It was just a matter of time.

I finally caught her mid-route.
I received a healthy hiss, but no claws.
She's outside, currently "sleeping" on the front steps.
(Do I need to say she NEVER sleeps there?)

The birds are watching carefully.
If they'd pipe down and just eye her, she may go away.
I haven't seen the baby bird (nor the carnage.)
I hope he got away.

My mother once told me something her mother told her.
If every baby bird that hatched lived, we'd be overrun with birds.
I think of that saying often.  It's true.  In a way, it's comforting.
It doesn't stop me from trying to save the ones I can.

I'll close with my favorite line from one of my favorite books.
Harper Lee is a genius and To Kill A Mockingbird should be required reading.
Miss Maudie was explaining to Scout a comment Atticus made to Jem about
being responsible with his gun and how it was a sin to kill a mockingbird.

"Mockingbirds don't do one thing except make music for us to enjoy.
They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corn cribs,
they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.
That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."


Now I need a nap.