Does your father enjoy sport shooting, hunting, or just owning guns as a personal pleasure? If so, consider giving him a gift that will please him and will flaunt the recent calls for “gun control” measures. Here are a few good ideas. Flaunt your liberties and make your dad happy – what could be better?
Since Sunday I’ve been caring for a young kitten – five, perhaps six weeks old – found alone by neighbors in a storeroom. I don’t need another cat, but she needed care and I wouldn’t to help. She seems to be in good health, though she was a bit thin and undernourished. A few days on wet food and kitten formula should fix her up. She’s really quite beautiful, with striking tabby stripes and evidence of some Maine Coon qualities. She stole my heart in five minutes flat.
Her purr motor is wonderfully loud for such a tiny cat. Turn up computer volume on the video and you’ll hear little Emily roar…
Thunderstorms rumbled all night; I woke to them early this morning. They continued all day, dropping four inches of rain on top of the several inches we received through the week. When I returned home from the shelter late in the afternoon, the sky was still dark, but the bay was alive with activity: boats and ships, flocks of pelicans feeding, songbirds at the feeders, and my dear buddy cats. Light was poor for photographs, but I took many because there was magic in this day. Too often I take this lovely place for granted, until days like this make me appreciate it anew.
Spring rains have left the ranch bursting with green. Cows, horses and donkeys are fat and happy, which leaves Papa Gil and Murr happy, too. Pasture floods had receded just enough last weekend to move a few cattle and do a bit of work. ‘Feast or famine’ is often the rule for Texas ranchers; we enjoy times of plenty when God grants them.
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