Answering a couple of questions :)

I have a new follower! I know, I can't believe it either! :) Thank you, Mari.

Deb, at Just Cats, asked how Bickett got his name...

That's right, Bickett,  Deb was asking about you. 

It was on a Sunday morning in October of 2005. I slowed to stop for a red light at the intersection of Bickett Blvd. and a main highway in town and saw a tiny black and white kitten in the middle of the road. 

I stopped the car and jumped out, waving my arms to stop a van that was headed our way. I picked up this poor little dirty kitten and holding him close to my heart, got back in car and drove away.

These are not good baby pictures of Bickett, and the dirty tee shirt is on my grandson who had been fishing. But, you can see Bickett's little nose and eyes were dirty. The vet said right off that he had ringworm. This kitten needed me.

I shed some tears over this kitten. You see, Poppy did not want a cat! We had dog, lots of dogs, but no cats. It just happened that Mama was spending a few days with us, and she said to Poppy, why don't you tell her she can keep that kitten. I don't know why, but he said okay. Poppy always loved my mother anyway. 

And here's Bickett today, eleven years old and practically running things around here. I love this cat!  So, Bickett got his name from the boulevard where I found him. Thank you Deb for asking.

Mildred, at Mildred's Blog asked if I would use my pretty new teacup for drinking tea, or cider, or hot chocolate...well, you know what? I would really love to be a hot tea drinker. I try so hard to love it. It just seems so ladylike to have tea in a pretty teacup in the afternoon and you ladies who do drink that hot tea, well, it looks absolutely delicious. 

I've always wanted to have a tea party or go to a tea party, but gosh, I wouldn't know how to act.

Growing up, the only kind of tea we had was a pitcher of sweet tea. We did drink coffee. Even as a little girl, mama would fix me coffee, with a little coffee in the cup and lots of cream and sugar.

So, I do drink the occasional cup of hot tea. I like mine with honey. :)  Thanks for asking Mildred. 

Better get away from this computer and get all the animals situated for the night. 

Love,
Henny

What kind of name is that???

It was cold here yesterday, high of 36, but no complaints from me...the sun was shining!!!  The last of that huge pile of pine straw, I finally finished spreading. It felt downright good to get out there and work.

Ever wonder why people pick the names they do for their pets? I do. Occasionally someone will ask how one of our pets got it's name. I wonder why! :) Another thing. Do your pets answer to more than one name? Are we weird or what?

Here's Bickett...or Mr. B, or BeeBee, or Bee, or Baby Bee or Baby BeeBee...

I rescued Bickett early one Sunday morning from the middle of an intersection on Bickett Boulevard here in town. It was in October of 2005. He was a tiny kitten. He was stretched out flat on the street with his tiny claws gripping the pavement. I stopped the car and jumped out, not knowing if he had been hit or if he was injured. He was fine. We'll never know how he got there, but so thankful that I came along when I did.


And there's Dumpster...or Dumperoo, or WooWoo, or Woo, or Baby Woo...

One morning about five years ago, Poppy loaded all the trash on the back of his pick-up truck and went to the nearest dumpster site.  After he had been back home for a while he said, I shouldn't tell you this but there was a grey Tabby kitten sitting near the dumpster. He looked up at me and meowed. I said, oh, he was probably hungry.  Should we go back and get him? We do not need two cats, said Poppy. Well, you know the rest of the story. :)

It was Poppy who picked the name "Dumpster". The first time we carried him to the Vet and the receptionist Rose asked his name....she said, you're not serious! Blame Poppy!

Little sweet Smokey has so far acquired only two other names...Mokey or Wittle Mokey...

Maybe we are just weird!

Each of the goats have a name, but both goats answer to "Baby Goat"...

This is "Shae"...

and this is "Asa"...

I don't know why in the world we named this guy "Big Boy", he answers to "Mr. Rooster"...

Only two of our hens have a name, Annie...

The name Annie fit and Annie is her only name.  Annie came to us from our neighbor, Ann, several years ago.

and Little Jewel...

Jewel is a strange little hen who just showed up in our driveway one morning not long after my Mother passed away. This little hen followed me around everywhere. She would come up on the front porch and sit on a shelf in the old cupboard. She would fuss like she was trying to talk to me. She would move things around looking for a place to lay an egg but could never find the perfect spot. Mama's name was Jewel, so I named this special little hen Jewel.

Okay I'm sure you've heard enough...if you're still with me. Thank you kindly for visiting.

I'm out to work in the sun now. :)

Love,
Henny

The latest duck news

More sad news from here at Henny Penny Lane. Nellie, the brave little duck who fought with the Rat Snake a week or so ago. She was not so lucky the next time. Nellie is the darker duck...

When I realized it had been a few days since Nellie had come out from under the shed to eat, I immediately got a bad feeling. To see under this shed I have to practically lay down on the ground with a spotlight...very close quarters here, and low to the ground. It didn't look good. There was no movement only feathers and I didn't see Nellie's sweet little face looking back at me. When Poppy got home he pulled her body and empty torn up nest from under the shed. Sure wish we had caught the snake that did this.

What a summer this has been. If this pace keeps up we soon won't have any animals. Immediately added to my list of things to do...block in bottom of shed. No more ducks under this shed!

On to something else...Poppy and I just could not look at that orangy-colored trim on the back screened-in porch any longer so we painted it dark walnut to match the newly painted windows...

Before...

After...

 Reckon we will ever get things like we want them around here? Trouble with painting is...a newly painted surface makes everything around look old and in need of paint too. The more we do the more we see that needs doing!

Someone asked recently how Dumperoo got his name. Well, one morning Poppy carried a load of trash to the nearest solid waste convenience center. He pulled his truck up to the dumpster, opened the door and as he started to get out heard this tiny little meow. He looked down and this Grey Tabby kitten looked up at poppy and meowed again. Who could resist? Not even Poppy, who is not a cat lover. Poppy named him "Dumpster Kimball", but we call him  Woo Woo or Dumperoo.

Are you talking about me...

Funny how you can sit down at the computer for just a minute and all of a sudden two hours have passed.  Better get busy again. Thanks for visiting.

Love,
Henny