Introducing our wonderful barn cat - Moe. He is a tuxedo domestic longhair,a lover not a fighter. The Moester found us while we were building our house and were actually living in our barn. I'd seen Moe at a gas station with convenience store a couple of miles from our place. When he rubbed up against my pants leg I patted his head, got in my car and drove off thinking "what a sweet cat - too bad he is living at such a nasty place. " (Not being tacky -I'd stopped there out of curiosity ,the business was closed a few months later apparently due to being so poorly maintained even the most desperate gasoline customers didn't want to stop.) Within 36 hours of that encounter, we had a cat living in our wood pile making friends with our other pets. (A possibility that the lonely black and white cat memorized and searched out our license tags popped into my overactive imagination). Moe was persistent, we were resistant and he was eventually triumphant. When we made closer contact with Moe we discovered a large, poorly healing wound hidden under all that hair. Adding him to our family required taking him to the vet for a check up, repair and "tutoring". More about tutoring another time. Condensing 7 years - Moe decided he never wanted to roam and has been a wonderful rodent/snake terminator. I realized that this picture had an odd perspective after downloading that day's photos from the digital camera. I was looking at dear Moe who was close to the camera and honestly didn't notice the goats in the background.
Thinking today on perspective -both in picture taking and life. Below is a picture of our buck born last week(who is now being called Boudreaux). He seemed so proud of climbing to the top of what in relation to his size seemed to be a mountain. Struggling up the steep side - stopping to mouth a tasty tidbit here and there - taking a few "joy leaps" on the way. Once atop - he bleated several times as if to say "Hey Ma - look at me - I'm King of the mountain". From his perspective that was a mountain - not a compost pile from recently cleaning out the goat shelter! While writing today - I remembered an old story about a little boy who'd been praying for a pony for his birthday. He walked into his grandfather's barn and saw a huge mound of horse manure. Little fellow grabbed a shovel and began to dig for all he was worth. His grandfather asked him what he was doing. Our positive thinking young man cried out - "with all this horse manure - there HAS to be a pony in here somewhere". Yep - I need to look for more ponies and not focus on the manure sometimes obscuring the view.
Please click on In the Fish Tank link under places worth a click. The author gave gave some different perspectives on what we plan versus what happens with his post from Tuesday May 22.
Bless you and keep a shovel handy!