"All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others."
-George Orwell, Animal Farm
Amy, on the other hand, is curious and adorable, and a threat to no one but the insane person who walks up to the door. Then she turns into this fierce, slobbering Cerberus. Children flee and huge men quaver in fear...until I open the door, and she suddenly becomes the world's most affectionate puppy, her tail wagging so hard her body contorts. But otherwise? She came into the chicken coop with me once. The chickens backed into a corner, and one took a daring fly at Amy...who just kinda turned her head and went back to sniffing chicken poop. They now ignore her. Even squirrels don't run away much.
Now, Amy and Katt have finally settled on their pecking order. They touch noses until Katt swats at Amy. Katt will approach Amy sleeping on her dog bed and sniff at her until Amy gets up and leaves, at which time Katt settles onto the warm spot left behind. Katt chases Amy around the kitchen island, her tail lifted in delight as Amy tries to escape with her tail tucked between her legs. Oh, and this is the worst: they get fed at the same time, and Katt will eat two bites of her food and then settle just outside the mudroom, watching as Amy finishes scarfing down her own food and then sniffs at Katt's food, at which point Katt saunters in again and forces Amy to slink off.
Ah, good times.
But, it isn't all hissing and scratches and a 70 pound dog scurrying away from a 10 pound cat. Other times, they seem to be able to ignore each other enough to get along. Very cute, right?
In other news, the chickens are pooping and eating and STILL refusing to leave the chicken coop. I'm getting one egg a day from Gandalf. I eat two eggs a day for breakfast. The Boy eats eggs for breakfast, and the Husband likes them as well. Adding in the occasional need for eggs in baking or cooking dinner, we are about five chickens down in terms of production. It might be time to add a few more chickens to the mix. Or, maybe Leia and Vader could find the time between pooping and eating to try laying a little. Snicker.
Prongs came home on Friday. I am very pleased to announce that we had some challenges settling him into his new home. As in, wow, that is a whole lotta packages in the freezer. We came home with over a 100 pounds of venison, and the loin is as big as a pig loin! And I can promise, I am pleased to have the meat. Last night, we ate ground venison in some of the ratatouille I made this summer, when I was swimming in squash and tomatoes. Amazing to think that most of that meal came from within 100 yards of the house!
And now I am planning the menu for Thanksgiving. We will have a house full of people for that meal, and I am so excited. I'll be able to use the butternut squashes from the summer, a local ham, and jars of relishes and sauces that were canned from our own garden.
I am still holding out hope for the Husband to bag Tom. He's a big guy, and he's been all over the farm. Turkey hunting is hard, and this guy seems pretty active. But, he would make a lovely addition to Thanksgiving dinner. (Way better than the back-up turkey taking up space in the other freezer).
And honestly, I would just love to have another animal in the house.