There’s quite a story in this video. It makes me wonder about animals’ souls… and how they interact with each other’s… and with ours.
How our Creator ever thought of even half the things that He created, beats me.
There’s quite a story in this video. It makes me wonder about animals’ souls… and how they interact with each other’s… and with ours.
How our Creator ever thought of even half the things that He created, beats me.
Ignore the noozies: here’s a chicken who likes to come into the human house to lay her eggs. On the couch, in the bed, whatever. And I’d better watch out or I won’t be able to eat chicken anymore.
Is this a crow or a raven? I can’t tell the difference. But whatever he is, he’s feeding a dog and a cat. Strong parental instinct? Or just a powerful desire for face time on YouTube?
I thought my box turtles were escape artists, but some of the critters in this video put them in the shade. How do they squeeze through openings that are obviously too small for them? Inquiring minds want to know!
Hah! Easier said than done! How many cats have you seen strand themselves up a tree? Our cat Henry used to get way, way up there–it gave me the horrors. But he was always able to get back down.
Let’s see if the cat in this video can do it.
I used to play hide-and-seek with our family dog, Rags. He never got tired of it. Our cat Henry liked to hide on me and jump out and bite my ankle when I passed. Dogs and cats appreciate fun!
It’s zoomies, it’s joie de vivre! (That’s French for “zoomies.”) It’s times like these that suggest it might be fun to be a dog. I wonder what would happen if I tried a few minutes of this.
Cats don’t know if they’ll have paper bags in heaven; so when they get a chance, here on earth, to go to town on paper bags–well, as you can see, they don’t waste the opportunity.
Her name is Stella, and she has developed diving into piles of dead leaves into a fine art. If they ever make it an Olympic sport, she’s already won the gold.
How many of us dive into big piles of dead leaves?
There used to be a couple of deer in my neighborhood who stopped and listened if you whistled a tune for them. But I don’t think this fox can quite decide how he ought to respond to banjo music. Maybe he ought to talk to our deer.