TUESDAY TAIL TALE: NOW YOU SEE ME. NOW YOU DON’T.

WHITE OUT BARLEY DARTS JAN 30 2018

 

Today there are white-outs, with wind gusts up to 55 mph.  Meanwhile, I’m tucked safely away, somewhere out here.  When the wind dies down, I’ll reappear.  I’m camouflaged in winter white and often cloaked in the dark of night.  But, just before sunrise, we can play tag.  While your headlights may catch my shadow,  you’ll never catch me.  In fact, I can leap 10 feet in one bound.  And even if you drive 30 mph, I’ll zig-zag in front of you with ease.  Then, I’ll kick it in to high-gear at 40 mph and be gone in the blink of an eye.  Allow me to introduce myself:  I’m your neighborhood Jackrabbit.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: SELFIES

ELIZA AND SHAE PHOTO BOMB 2018

 

As you can tell, I’m Eliza the Brown Swiss.  I was in the middle of my first selfie, when the boss photo bombed me.  But, I wasn’t upset about it.  In fact, we both had a good laugh.  Then I threatened to share it with the world.  The boss didn’t think that was funny.  But, I did!  And I’m still laughing…

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: SNOW-GA

TIMBER SNOW YOGA BARLEY DARTS

 

Timber here.  Even though it’s winter, I work hard to stay in shape.  I do yoga every morning.  Downward Dog is one my favorite poses.  But now, it’s time to kick my exercise program up a notch.  I’m perfecting something I call, Snow-ga.  It’s yoga, in the snow.  Now, don’t you be stealing my idea.  I’ve got dibs on this one.  Thinkin’ of starting classes next year.  If you’re interested in participating, let me know.  I’m open to barters of pork chops, tennis balls, and long car rides.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: BANDAGES

MAYA TAIL BANDAGE BARLEY DARTS

Ow! Stop!  You’re killing me!  Just kidding.  I’m Maya and I fooled you, didn’t I?!   Honest, my eyes are wincing from the camera flash; not pain.  And I’m not crying wolf when I say I hurt my tail the other day.  Don’t know what happened, but when I got back inside, the tip was bleeding.  And every time I wagged my happy tail, I painted the cabinets and walls red.  Anyway, the bosses tried several different bandages and I kept taking them off.  Finally, they covered the bandage with (gasp!) duct tape.  Can you believe it?!  It’s so…so… tacky!

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: FEED

TIMBER TRUCK CROPPED 2017 BARLEY DARTS

 

Timber here.  I’m on my way to pick up more pig and chicken feed.  They sure do eat a lot.  Guess, that’s to be expected.  It’s been really cold here, so they’re eating and burning more calories to keep from freezing to death.  Boy, it’s a good thing they have me around to keep an eye on ’em.  And it’s a good thing I helped put up lots of hay this year, too.  Don’t know how the cows, goats, and horses would’ve survived without it.   Anyways, I know you’re worried about me, too.  And I bet you’re wonderin’ how I handle such extreme weather.  Well, I eat a hardy breakfast that keeps me going strong, all day long.  But promise me, you won’t tell my canine cousins that I have a heated day shelter.  And I swear I’ll deny it, if you ever tell ’em I sleep inside with the bosses at night.

(Note: this photo of me was taken in the summer.  Trust me, if my tongue was hanging out the window now, it’d be a goner.)

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: SNOWY THE OWL

FROST PASTURE 2017 BARLEY DARTS

Whoo am I?  I’m Snowy the owl.  Unfortunately, I can be hard to spot.  After all, I’m a white and nocturnal creature.  I nest in the Arctic tundras of Canada and Alaska.  I eat mice, voles, and snowshoe hares.  As my food runs out, I migrate south.  Over the past few winters, I have traveled to Minnesota and elsewhere.  So, just take my word for it that I’m out here… somewhere… watching.  Always watching.   And when I’m ready, I’ll swoop down from the tree tops.  And while my prey won’t escape capture, my photograph will.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: CHESTER

RABBIT CHESTER 2017 BARLEY DARTS

Back off!  Just keep your distance and we’ll get along fine.  I’m new around here.  The name’s Chester.  Frankly, I don’t care who you are or what you do, so long as you stay out my business.  And right now, that business is snow removal.  ‘Course I don’t mind working hard.  A guy’s got to eat, you know?  And there’s some fine dining under that protective blanket.  But, it’s mine and it’s time you best be moving along.  Go find your own food.