Among the geriatric cats, Trushka was found most often in my lap. She's a very gentle cat but is unfortunately hated by the cat herd. To prevent incid (...)

There are a number of critters and knick-knacks hiding under the stairs too. Some, like these, are quite colorful. Others are mysterious collector's i (...)

It was a short night as the bed kicked me out while it was still dark. My movements were the signal that ignited the cat herd into frenzied activity. (...)

Back inside I told Rosemary about the Yak. It was a shock as she cares about all her animals. She wasn't really surprised as it had happened before. T (...)

I did another wander through the studio/library. The mirror gives a glimpse of the lovely winding staircase.

Rosemary's library fills the walls. My eye saw something in the way the books lined up with the slanting ceiling boards.

Rosemary was glad to see us all. I could tell. It wasn't just her favorite anchovy-laden pizza or the spicy meat pies. We basked in her radiance as we (...)

Momcat taking a drink. Each cat has its own style of drinking. Some balance with all four paws on the rim of the bowl to drink. Others plunk two paws (...)

The cat's view from the top of the fridge under the stairs. A final glimpse of Rosemary's "Dukhobor Flame". The painting has since been sold. I wonder (...)

Ivan is notorious for not wanting to come inside. He will go without food rather than come in out of the cold. Still, we got along famously and he wou (...)

Even a crusty old dog must sometime rest. Rosemary tries to keep him in to re-coup his energy. Meanwhile, the cat herd likes to play with Ivan's kibbl (...)

The porch door is ancient, as is its doorbell. It still works and will get Rosemary's attention if she's in the house when you call. The bell is quite (...)

The sunlight was shining through this lamp shade. The stain-glass lines echoed by the damaging cracks seemed to hint at ever smaller patterns of fract (...)

A lovely passage for a suddenly departed friend. I wish I could write cursively that well. My grade 10 teacher despaired at my inability, classifying (...)

This cat appeared suddenly on the farm, probably dropped off and abandoned. She cried piteously but fled if approached. Slowly, food drew her ever clo (...)

No photography was done on January 3. Rosemary got a call that 20 bales of hay were being delivered. In fact, they were at the gate. We all got dresse (...)

Eye to eye with a Highland. Easy to do but it will cost you a hug and some scritching behind the ears.

The animals were remarkably calm as we struggled with the bales. They waited patiently as we freed up a bale before approaching it. They sensed that w (...)

Enough was enough so I headed back in the general direction of warmth. A glance into the other end of the open barn stop me cold. Something didn't loo (...)

I made my way around only to find this young Yak dead and quite frozen. One of the adult Yaks was nearby inside mourning her loss. I trod back to hous (...)