We’re realizing that farming doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for blog-keeping, and that much of the news is a little old by the time we have a minute to stop and tell someone.
The story of Pedro the cat is one worth repeating, however.
A few weeks ago, the Olds (grades 3 and 4) came from the school for a visit on a Tuesday. It was surprising that Pedro was absent from the scene, as he’s the only cat I’ve ever seen run toward 19 six year olds. By the end of the week, we imagined the worst and thought we’d probably never find out what had really happened. But on Friday at 5:00 pm, Pedro appeared in the driveway, hungry and happy to see us, and unwilling to share any details.
The next day we heard from Helen that she had discovered him 20 minutes down the road in her brother’s barn…Pedro had hitched a ride on the truck that had come to pick up hay and, after having a 3 day tour of Pembroke, he was lucky enough to be found by someone he knew…what are the chances?
After catching up on his sleep, Pedro started his rounds on the farm again, as usual, including walking with us up the hill to move the cattle. The young ones seem particularly interested in him, and shortly after these pictures were taken, he was literally nose to nose with them, the entire herd of 30 close behind.
Rupert and I could only stand by and watch as the older, crabbier steer noticed the visitor and started a stampede that chased Pedro, hopping over the tall grass, down the length of the field toward the fence. Luckily they came to a stop just as Pedro crossed under the fence and turned to wait for us on the edge of the field. When we were done he marched along behind us back to the house…
Hazel, by the way, was oblivious to the excitement, as she hunted for mice in the long grass. We often comment on the role reversal. hj
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