Baby updates and a four-wheel-drive-cat
Since Unni and Inge left, I haven’t been to the farm. Wednesday, Bcc and I go over to check out the cats, water the plants and to stay a couple of nights.
I didn’t see Mitzy till Thursday morning. Given that she’s such a people-cat, she immediately chiong-ed over and followed me into the cow house whilst I went to give the rabbits some carrots, check out on the babies and visit the cows.
The baby rabbits are still alive, compared to the previous batch of rabbits that only made it 4 days, that must be a good sign. They’ve now grown some fur and look more like rabbits rather than being all pink and naked. But still too small to be hopping around though. Their eyes haven’t even opened yet and they still huddle in the corner, crawling and stepping on one another’s heads. Which makes it difficult to make out exactly how many baby rabbits there are. My futile attempt to count without disturbing the nest… there are probably 6-8 babies in there. Definitely 2 all blacks, 1 black and white and about 3 whites??
Baby cow is doing fantastic too. She’s about a week old already, alert, curious and looking pretty with a shiny, smooth coat of fur. Everytime I walk over to her stall, she immediately stands up to check out who has come to visit. Stick my hand out and she starts licking. Notice that she doesn’t have a number tag unlike the rest of the cows. It’s like having a secret identity and not being a number in the cow killing system.
After breakfast, bcc and I put on our berry picking gear and head for Hoven with our buckets. This time we bring some biscuits along too. Mitzy sees us and follows us across the field where we walk towards the red marker to cross a ditch into the wilderness.
Mitzy comes too and crosses the ditch with us. It’s the furthest I’ve ever seen her away from the farm. We carry her back over the fence point in the direction of the farm and shout “Go Mitzy!”. She walks right through the fence back to the wilderness.
Well, if you can’t beat them, join them. So we let her come along with us.
She must have been excited to see familiar faces on the farm again since Unni and Inge left , following us, running along, hopping from grass mound to grass mound, leaping over the wet patches of grass. I was afraid that she was gonna drop into some hole or just run off, once in a while I’d shout “Cat check!” to bcc just to make sure that she was still hanging around.
Bcc and I walked up the slope of Hoven. We climbed much higher than the rocky outcrop we were at the previous time, probably 2/3 way up to the top? Mitzy was following us all the time. Soon she got tired and just sat and waited for us while we went higher.
I was telling Bcc that she must be regretting following us big time coz she was wet, dirty and far away from the farm. Each time she stopped to clean herself, I’d tell her “no use loh, you’re gonna get dirty again”. But she obviously didn’t get it. Coz she kept stopping to clean herself.
It was getting late and so we turned back. This time Mitzy didn’t follow us down. Twice I went back to carry her down. I carried her back all the way to the farm. Holding a cat with both arms while trying to walk down a slope with no clear path is just a recipe for disaster. A couple of times I just slipped and slid a few metres down. Mitzy was oblivious to everything and just sat there. Lucky diva cat gets to be carried down from the mountain and I ended up with aching arms and missing a whole lot of berries on the way back.
Bcc told Trond our berry picking adventure, much to his amusement, he says that even if we took a cat and drove it to Å (that’s the furthest place you can go in the Lofoten Islands), it’d still find its way home.
Whalau ey…
I didn’t see Mitzy till Thursday morning. Given that she’s such a people-cat, she immediately chiong-ed over and followed me into the cow house whilst I went to give the rabbits some carrots, check out on the babies and visit the cows.
The baby rabbits are still alive, compared to the previous batch of rabbits that only made it 4 days, that must be a good sign. They’ve now grown some fur and look more like rabbits rather than being all pink and naked. But still too small to be hopping around though. Their eyes haven’t even opened yet and they still huddle in the corner, crawling and stepping on one another’s heads. Which makes it difficult to make out exactly how many baby rabbits there are. My futile attempt to count without disturbing the nest… there are probably 6-8 babies in there. Definitely 2 all blacks, 1 black and white and about 3 whites??
Baby cow is doing fantastic too. She’s about a week old already, alert, curious and looking pretty with a shiny, smooth coat of fur. Everytime I walk over to her stall, she immediately stands up to check out who has come to visit. Stick my hand out and she starts licking. Notice that she doesn’t have a number tag unlike the rest of the cows. It’s like having a secret identity and not being a number in the cow killing system.
After breakfast, bcc and I put on our berry picking gear and head for Hoven with our buckets. This time we bring some biscuits along too. Mitzy sees us and follows us across the field where we walk towards the red marker to cross a ditch into the wilderness.
Mitzy comes too and crosses the ditch with us. It’s the furthest I’ve ever seen her away from the farm. We carry her back over the fence point in the direction of the farm and shout “Go Mitzy!”. She walks right through the fence back to the wilderness.
Well, if you can’t beat them, join them. So we let her come along with us.She must have been excited to see familiar faces on the farm again since Unni and Inge left , following us, running along, hopping from grass mound to grass mound, leaping over the wet patches of grass. I was afraid that she was gonna drop into some hole or just run off, once in a while I’d shout “Cat check!” to bcc just to make sure that she was still hanging around.
Bcc and I walked up the slope of Hoven. We climbed much higher than the rocky outcrop we were at the previous time, probably 2/3 way up to the top? Mitzy was following us all the time. Soon she got tired and just sat and waited for us while we went higher.
I was telling Bcc that she must be regretting following us big time coz she was wet, dirty and far away from the farm. Each time she stopped to clean herself, I’d tell her “no use loh, you’re gonna get dirty again”. But she obviously didn’t get it. Coz she kept stopping to clean herself.
It was getting late and so we turned back. This time Mitzy didn’t follow us down. Twice I went back to carry her down. I carried her back all the way to the farm. Holding a cat with both arms while trying to walk down a slope with no clear path is just a recipe for disaster. A couple of times I just slipped and slid a few metres down. Mitzy was oblivious to everything and just sat there. Lucky diva cat gets to be carried down from the mountain and I ended up with aching arms and missing a whole lot of berries on the way back.
Bcc told Trond our berry picking adventure, much to his amusement, he says that even if we took a cat and drove it to Å (that’s the furthest place you can go in the Lofoten Islands), it’d still find its way home.
Whalau ey…
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