|Okay…they are not herd animals and live most of their lives as solitary creatures. But, would Scooter be sad if he went through his whole life without seeing someone else of the same species?
Craigslist again: found an ad for another Russian tortoise and we adopted.
The seller told Gwynne they had named him Squirtle (not that they respond when called by name), which apparently is a Pokemon character. Since we couldn’t remember that, it got shortened to Squirt.
Gwynne was worried that he was under-weight and the only food he had there was a pile of shredded carrots. Those are on his approved diet, but not intended as an only food source. With the smorgasbord offered at our house, he has turned into a real chow hound and already outweighs Scooter.
The two of them often sit nose-to-nose and just look at each other. Or, they are side-by-side basking under their heat lamp. They bob heads up and down, occasionally poking the other one with their nose. We can’t say they “play”, but clunk around together in both inside and outside enclosures, and are certainly aware of another tortoise presence.
Gwynne says all is well with her OCD tendencies: 2 of us, 2 dogs, 2 horses, 2 hens and 2 tortoises.
We were feeling lucky that our 2 hens survived the winter. They had a small heat lamp inside their coop, and a heated water base under their water font, but still… they spent a lot of time under a tarp thrown over their coop and run. Gwynne kept shoveling around their habitat to have access for food, water, and egg collection and ended up with snow piled way higher than their coop. We let them focus on survival and didn’t add supplementary light to force egg production through the winter months, so they had an egg break – which is normal. They were back at it by the end of March.
All was well until we had a sudden death. Can chickens have heart attacks or aneurysms? They popped out of the coop in the morning, as usual, but only Henny came for morning treats. Gwynne found Penny just lying in the coop and went back a few minutes later to bring her in the house for some TLC but she was already dead. On one hand, we felt really bad that a creature in our care had died. On the other hand, we were offended that she died in spite of being spoiled rotten.
A lone chicken is not a happy chicken. Henny was so freaked out that she wouldn’t go back in the coop and dropped her egg out in the dirt run.
On good ole Craigslist, we saw an ad for adult laying hens at Dunlap Hatchery in Caldwell, which is only a block away from where we had to be, anyway, to return clipper blades we had sharpened for a vet office. The animal carrier got re-assembled and lined with towels, and Penny II (P2) came to live with us. She laid an egg in the nest box the very next day, and only took a day to catch on to the routine of when treats arrive and who brings them.
In the meantime, our neighbors let their chickens run loose and we were feeling guilty about how confined our girls were. We found two second-hand metal shelving units to use as framework (what would we do without Craigslist), ordered some wire mesh, and fashioned a roof and 2 door units from the shelves. Voila! The girls went from an outside space that was 4 x 6 ft. to one that is 4 x 14 ft. with a higher ceiling. The door panel on the West end will also block the wind (almost always out of the NW) and the afternoon sun during hot months.
We enjoy the “bird window” in the office where we can sit at the desk and watch the hens in their enclosure, as well as the wild birds that come to the feeder right outside the window.
Kactus K’s Little Spitfire 1988-2017
Without the use of words, Spitfire told us that today was the time to go.
He was our very first miniature horse. Purchased as a yearling, he’d been with us for 28 of his 29 years. We can still remember seeing him for the first time, a little fluff ball of white hair, standing in a pen in Corrales NM.
While we never quite achieved a National Championship, he was in the National Top Ten 5 times in Roadster Driving, earned 17 National AMHA Register of Merit in almost every discipline, and had his AMHA Champion designation for earning the necessary points in all the mandatory categories. He was a “stud” – literally – and gave us many lovely foals.
We have so many memories from showing him for over 20 years. We trained him, and he certainly taught us a thing or two.
Obviously, his name was given to him after he hit the ground running. His whole life, he was both a joy and a challenge. His absence leaves a great void. Gary and Gwynne
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