Happy Labor Day

Here’s to all the animals who make our lives better with their “labor”.

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Thanks to those who assist our firemen, policemen and military.  Thanks to the ones who rescue us from avalanches and fallen buildings.  Thanks to those who pull our sleds and carts and plows.  Thanks to those who sniff out injured victims from disasters and drugs from our airports. Thanks to those who give us milk, eggs and meat.  Thanks to those who carry people on their backs and supplies across the desert.  Thanks to those who help our Navy with undersea missions and thanks to the “mousers” who keep our barns free from varmints.

Animals enrich our lives in so many ways to make our burdens easier to bear.

And then you have these guys…

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I guess “making us smile” is a job too.

*sigh*

*sigh*

:)

Graycie’s New Mommy!

Meet Mary.

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I like her!

Mary is an angel who rescues bunnies in need of homes and love.  She has numerous buns in her care that she has saved from certain death or at least long terrible lives of suffering.  She read about Graycie from one of the bunny rescue websites where I had her listed.  Mary lives in DeFuniak Springs, FL and we met half-way to make the exchange.  More tomorrow on her excellent set up for buns in her house and yard.  For now, I’ll let you know that Mary was looking for a “mate” for one of her boy buns who was lonely.  The best situation for bunnies is to be paired up with a friend (preferably opposite sexes but often two boys get along too.)  Emmanuel (Manny for short) is not neutered at the moment but he does have an appointment.  After Mary got Graycie home, she introduced her to her handsome new beau.

You're cute!

You’re cute!

Then the chasing began…

I don't know you well enough yet!

I don’t know you well enough yet!

After a game of tag, the buns settled down and Mary said there was no aggression on either part.  Just a lot of activity and excitement.

Where'd she go?

Where’d she go?

I am so happy about how my little gray bunny found a good home and a WONDERFUL person to be her new forever mom.  Angels do walk among us.  Graycie is one of the lucky ones.  Sadly there are thousands more needing a good home.

Thousands minus one.  :(

Thousands minus one. :(

Thank you Mary.  From the bottom of my heart.

 

She’s BAAAAAAACK!

Graycie is back home with us!

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She wasn’t a good fit at her potential new home so she will spend one more night here and then I’ll take her to her FOR SURE new home tomorrow.  Details later but let me assure you, she is going to a Bunny Paradise!

While she was gone I had another lady visitor at my house.  My mom Peggy spent a fun-filled week with me!  Mamma likes history, so I took her to the first White House of the Confederacy.

A nice Montgomery attraction if you haven't been.

A nice Montgomery attraction if you haven’t been.

As always, Mr. Mulder got some good kitty love from his Peg Peg.

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I took her back to a mid-way meeting point where her knight in shining armor, William Dudley Dobbs picked her up in his shining carriage and whisked her away to his magnificent castle on Talowah Road.

If you have ever wondered where I got my stunning good looks from, behold, my beautiful gene pool!

If you have ever wondered where I got my stunning good looks from, behold, my beautiful gene pool!

As always, I had a great visit with my mom and I was happy to have my little Graycie here for a couple of days before she goes to her forever home.  Tune in tomorrow to meet her new mom! :)

The Martha Stewart of Talowah Road

I’ve done posts on my crazy dad a few times before.  But every time I go home to Mississippi I marvel at the new junk decorations he has added to his chicken empire.  Daddy is 80 and still has the energy of a badger on steroids.  Here are a few pictures of his picturesque barnyard.

Not a real chicken.

Not a real chicken.

See above.

See above.

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A Rhode Island Red who prefers the smooth taste of Beechnut Chew.

A Rhode Island Red who prefers the smooth taste of Beechnut Chew.

This one thinks all things go better with Coke.

This one thinks all things go better with Coke.

A lovely tableau.

A lovely tableau…

...but watch where you step!

…but watch where you step!

The next generation.  Cuteness overload!

The next generation. Cuteness overload!

Daddy is experimenting with a new breed of banty chicken called BB Reds.

This little guy is a fully grown rooster who crows like a mouse being stepped on.

This little guy is a fully grown rooster who crows like a mouse being stepped on.

Don't you believe it!  He only attacks worms and corn.

Don’t you believe it! He only attacks worms and corn.

In addition to RI Reds and BB Reds, he also has guinea hens.

Yes, he said it's OK to show the number.  Call him for all your guinea hen needs.

Yes, he said it’s OK to show the number. Call him for all your guinea hen needs.

They were hatched by a mamma of a different breed, but the babies don’t seem to notice.

I think I'm adopted.

I think I’m adopted.

Daddy has a very fun time with is birds and he sells eggs to neighbors far and wide.

Daddy has a very fun time with his birds and he sells eggs to neighbors far and wide.

When he’s not busy with chickens and eggs, Daddy has a thriving pine straw business.

He bales some of it himself on a hand baler that makes me tired just looking at it.

He bales some of it himself on a hand baler that makes me tired just looking at it.

I never know what new project he’ll have in the works when I come home.  Oh, did I mention that in his “free” time, he’s a security guard for a state mental hospital?  Yes, I did say he was 80.  Now as we leave the bucolic kingdom on Talowah Road, meet the apple of my mom’s eye and the possible interloper of my rightful inheritance.

Don't forget TACO!  I have power of attorney!

Don’t forget TACO! I have power of attorney!

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Graycie on Trial

Graycie has been at a “sleepover” for a week now.  Her potential owner tried her best, but is unable to keep her in her home.  Bunnies are more work than most people realize and she wasn’t able to handle the responsibility.  So my wittle gway wabbit comes back to me tomorrow.

I tried to be good!

I tried to be good!

In the meantime, I am going to try my utmost to find her a proper “forever” home and I’m oddly excited that she’ll be joining our family again, if only temporarily.  :)

As for the other furry residents of the B’game Kitten, Bunny Ranch & Turtle Rehabilitation Farm, things progress normally…

A rare peaceful moment with two kitties who usually bat at each other and refuse to play nice.

A rare peaceful moment with two kitties who usually bat at each other and refuse to play nice.

Mulder FINALLY caught a mouse!

Mulder FINALLY caught a mouse!

The life of a housecat is often grueling and stressful.

The life of a housecat is often grueling and stressful.

Sometimes is just too much for sensitive Sammy to take.

Hang in there poor little girl!

Hang in there poor little girl!

I have had one inquiry regarding a home for Graycie, but I don’t want to jinx it so I’ll save that for later.  Please send all your happiest thoughts to her in hopes that she gets a wonderful home for a wonderful bun.  :)

Poutine Not so Routine

I apologize for hijacking my blog about animals to do a recipe/meal post, but this is too good to keep to myself.  Jim & I read about Poutine a while back when we were planning our trip to Disney World and were looking at a restaurant in the Canadian Pavillion.  Le Cellier is supposed to be a traditional Canadian restaurant and we were intrigued by an item that was composed of French fries, cheese curds and gravy.  Now WHAT could be bad about that?  It also sounded easy…until we started looking for cheese curds.  What are cheese curds you ask?  Cheese curds are the fresh curds of cheese, often cheddar. Their flavor is mild with about the same firmness as cheese, but has a springy or rubbery texture. Fresh curds squeak against the teeth when bitten into.  OK, I copied that from the interwebs, but you can basically call them the first step in making most cheeses.  They taste like cheese in its purest form and they have a fresh saltiness that makes it hard to stop eating them.  The only problem is that they were no where to be found in my vicinity.  I was able to find out that the Kroger in Opelika could get them but I had to order them.  So I did, and two days later when they arrived I drove 50 miles to get my curds (OK, I did stop into a couple of flea markets since I was in the area).  These happened to come in 5 oz. snack packages and we tore one open immediately to sample the curds.

Made in Wisconsin--THE CHEESE CURD STATE!

Made in Wisconsin–THE CHEESE CURD STATE!

Yes they were yummy right out of the bag.  So we were ready to proceed.  The first step is to make French fries.  I have a crazy recipe for fries and mine are EXCELLENT if I do say so myself.  I read this recipe in a great book, THE MAN WHO ATE EVERYTHING by Jeffrey Steingarten.  He remarked that is the invention of Chef Joël Robuchon.  If you’re a food snob (or just obsessed like Jim & moi) Then you’ve heard this guy’s name.  If you haven’t then just know this guy is a fancy French chef who has a dozen restaurants around the world with a combined 28 Michelin stars among them.  His recipe is basically this… You put the fries in COLD oil, turn it up high and cook them til they’re done.  Well, there is a bit more to it (below) but it works every time, and makes the best fries we’ve ever eaten.  Here’s our method…

I use my very cheap but functional mandolin to cut McDonald-sized fries.

I use my very cheap but functional mandolin to cut McDonald-sized fries.

Jim makes me wear oven mitts to avoid costly ER visits.

Soak them in very salty cold water for about 1-2 hours.

Soak them in very salty cold water for about 1-2 hours.

Dry them well with dish towels getting off all excess liquid.

Dry them well with dish towels getting off all excess liquid.

Now for the cray cray part.

Put them in a heavy pot and pour peanut oil to cover about 1/2 inch.

Put them in a heavy pot and pour peanut oil to cover about 1/2 inch.

Turn your heat up high and let the magic happen.

Turn your heat up high and let the magic happen.

Keep an eye on them and stir them just enough to keep any from sticking on the bottom.  After about 25 minutes you begin to see something that actually looks like Fries.

Let them brown just a bit more.

Let them brown just a bit more.

And Voila!

Sprinkle with kosher salt and try not to eat them all before you've assembled the Poutine.

Sprinkle with kosher salt and try not to eat them all before you’ve assembled the Poutine.

Jim had made a killer pot roast the night before so we had some of his fabulous gravy heating on the stove.

I wish this blog had SMELLAVISION.

I wish this blog had SMELLAVISION.

And this part is not traditional but what the heck!

He shredded some of the pot roast to add to the dish.

He shredded some of the pot roast to add to the dish.

So you have your fries all hot and ready so you plate them and add the curds.  It’s best to have the curds at room temp because you want the heat of the fries and the gravy to melt them a bit.

The master at work.

The master at work.

Next, you pour the hot gravy on top, grab your red wine and head to the coffee table to watch BIG BANG reruns while you pig out on Poutine!

Purty!

Purty!

It was sooooo good!  Now that I have a “curd connection” I’ll be keeping these babies in the house all the time in case we have a Poutine emergency.  I’m almost embarrassed to tell you that after we ate this giant pile of cheesy, fried goodness. Jim got a wild hair and decided to fry some curds in the French fry oil.

Oh no he DI' INT!

Oh no he DI’ INT!

Yes, he did.  And yes, we ate ‘em.  :)

And just so this blog post qualifies to appear in the KITTYBUNNYCHICKEN, here’s a picture of my awesome backsplash mural.  :)

Hi Girls!

Hi Girls!

GT Settles In

 

My homeless kitty GT is starting to warm up to his new Bed & Breakfast.  Most mornings I can find him on the porch patiently waiting for his wet cat food treat.  He comes into the house now to eat and sometimes he even takes a walkabout.

Paul Newman can make some mighty fine Kat Fud!

Paul Newman can make some mighty fine Kat Fud!

Last week, I walked away from his dining experience to give Buster and Graycie their morning salad, (I have SO MUCH FUN AT 5:30 in the morning!) and when I turned around, GT was staring at Graycie in her doggy fence enclosure like he was seeing the most amazing thing in the world.  My guess is that in his younger feral days, he may have made a meal of a baby bunny or two.  I tried to capture the encounter on camera, but by the time I aimed he shot out of the dining room like he was on fire.  I think he may have been having a senior moment and didn’t really even realize he was inside the house.  Graycie just kept munching away on her salad like she couldn’t care less.  He’s been getting very relaxed on our porch during the day as well.  I snuck up on him having a blissful nap.

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I woke him as I approached and he just slowly turned around to give me a snarly face.

Get lost!  Can you see I'm getting my beauty sleep?

Get lost! Can you see I’m getting my beauty sleep?

I’ve had two projects on the little house this week.  I gave the rose bushes a “re-boot”.  There was a lot of dead growth and criss-crossed limbs so I gave all four very close hair cut.

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Yes, they look terrible, but in a couple of weeks they’ll sprout new growth and by the fall they should be glorious.  I also gave them a good meal of soil and compost from our backyard barrels.  The past two days of rain have been great for the sod and it seems like it’s taking root and will survive the summer heat.

The other project I’m working on will take a long time to finish.  The front picket entry has a very pretty sandstone path surrounded by pebbles.

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I prefer grass to pebbles so I’m slowly replacing the rocks with sod.  It’s slow going because it’s so hot and I have to scramble around on my hindquarters to get the rocks up.  I put down a layer of good soil, the I cut the sod in batches to fit the spaces.

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Day one…

Day two.

Day two.

I’m going to try to complete this project in about a week and then I’m basically finished with what I want to do to the front yard and bed.  The plans we have for the back of the house will require the services of professionals as well as the contents of Jim’s wallet.  In the meantime, if you are interested in seeing a 50+, ample-bodied woman, completely drenched in sweat, smeared with dirt and scrambling around on her hindquarters, please feel free to drop by during the week for a sneak peek.  Admission is free, but some cold water would be greatly appreciated.  Stay cool!