We have made one more stride toward being at home here in Colorado. We are now established with pediatricians for the kids. I took Isabel to hers last week and the boys to theirs yesterday. Everyone checked out fine, and the doctors took their time with each kid. I was a little surprised yesterday that the last twenty minutes of the boys' appointment was entirely devoted to wildlife safety. Yes, wildlife safety is as important in a check-up as height and weight. I chuckled inside but also was thankful for the directness with the boys about what to do if they see different animals and what to do (or not to do) if they come across a dead animal. The boys ranked that doctor's visit as their all time favorite.
As a quick update on our very own domesticated "wildlife", Momma Kitty bailed on us last week. After about three days here with us on the ranch, she took off. It seemed as if the four nursing kittens with her in the kennel were on her last nerve. We hoped she would return but have now decided that more than likely she became a meal for the coyotes. The kittens were sad for a few days (or so I think). Now they are venturing out of the barn during the day and are eating like crazy and growing. We have been told they are old enough to be fine without Momma and that they should be able to hunt by instinct. I hope they can stay away from the coyotes because we are getting attached to them. We are still putting them in a kennel at night to give them a better chance of survival.
In the back of the house, we have our giant puppy who would love to be friends with those kittens in the barn but unfortunately does not have the social skills to do it. He says hello in a ferocious barking manner. Then he cries and whines when the response is not friendly. We have been taking him in the car to the lake to walk. He LOVES the ride in the car with the window down (of course). We are attempting to socialize him with the outside world. There are Canadian geese, bikers, walkers, and other dogs to get used to. He has done so well. He is learning to not freak out, and he has become a sweet dog friend to any dog he can get close to. He wags that giant tail so hard he looks like he might knock himself right off his clumsy legs. We have decided he might need a friend. We have been checking the animal shelter daily for a companion for him, because I don't have QUITE enough animal food in the mud room yet.
Our mud room now contains dog food, cat food, and a stockpile of bird seed. The bird feeder has been removed from the tree. The hummingbird feeder is out of commission as well. I learned that the bears love the seeds and the hummingbird nectar. It was described to me by the locals as "crack cocaine" to the bears. Once they find that you have feeders, they will come back repetitively to get their fix. While we have thankfully seen no bears here, I would like to not be dangling crack in front of a very large and furry junkie. Sorry birds, no seeds or nectar for you. You are on your own.
Matthew 6:26 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
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