Here’s the newest member of the family. Sparky Big Guy.

We wanted to establish an animal rescue at our new place…(which I THINK we’ll close nine days from now…crossing my fingers and toes…Ozark heaven…woohoo!) We are discussing WHAT, exactly, that will mean and how many animals I can adopt…umm…I mean temporarily house and rescue while I find new homes for them.

My hope is for the type of facility that has room for four or five horses, half a dozen dogs, large birds (abandoned parrots, injured birds of prey…etc.)…and… LLAMAS!…..but the guys say I also have to be able to feed them from what we produce on the farm. Practical issues. Bummer.

Sparky is a Yorkshire terrier and he weighs maybe two pounds. I figure I can feed him. Heh

He and I were out the door of the camper bright and early this morning for our morning walk. The large buck rabbit that has been outside my door every morning for the last week was waiting for us. Sparky went into attack mode. The rabbit gave him a slight glance and went back to grazing. I realized that the rabbit was bigger than my dog and probably outweighed him.

I warned Spark that getting one’s butt kicked by a rabbit would most likely be hard to live down.

I’m not blogging much at the moment. The siren call of the Ozark forests is too compelling. They actually cherish and preserve nature here and apparently, the forest returns the favor for humans. I feel my health starting to return.

Still, the political observance will not totally vanish. Bumper sticker on an old beat up truck driven by a farmer in similar shape:

“Your Silence will Not Make You Safe”

I love this place.

Mick