Some of the Kidimals

Just some of the kidimals that live here with us, the blog would be waaaay to long if I did a piece for everyone.
This is Bear or Mama as we call her. She turned up at the house we used to have. Turned up out of nowhere, covered in dreadlocks and freiendly as can be. I decided to feed her to see if she would come back. Come back you say, She never left but she did bring another dog back with her 1 day who we later found out was Bears son, Buddy. They used to belong to a woman who lived not far round the cove from us, she was a carer for somebody and when the lady she was caring for died, she moved back to where she was from....and left the dogs! Bear & Buddy became part of the family and Buddy went missing, never to return. When we moved here, Mama was already settled into home living instead of outdoor living, never messed on the floor, is quiet, just does her thing and is our old lady. We took her in to get spayed but was told she is already done and has a scar and a X tattoo to prove it. We got told she was 6 years old, that was 8 years ago. She sure doesnt act like a 14 year old so we have no idea how old she is but we do know for a fact she is ours.

Then came EMMA!!!

I had just been paid off from my job and needed another dog like I need a hole in the head. A guy I worked with had just had a baby and went and got a puppy. It worked for all of a few weeks, then it got to much for them so he called me. I didnt say anything to Boyd, went and had a look, just a look!! I couldnt leave this poor thing there another minute. She had been sold at 5 weeks old and was now 8 weeks old weighing in at 3.3LBs. I scooped her up and off to the vets I went with the money from my newly cashed 1st unemployment cheque. My FREE dog turned out not to be free after all. She was worm ridden, malnurished, vitamin deficient, dehydrated, you name is she had it wrong with her. Emma went to the vets every week of her young life untill she was 3 months old. She was allergic to grass, to bee stings, food went thru her like a dose of salts, so it was test after test, bill after bill untill we had a healthy puppy who was now to heavy for her size and age! You just cant win with some! Emma is my problem child, she brings in freshly dropped pine comes, chews them up, moves, chews them up a bit more then goes and gets another. I have been thru god knows how many pairs of Crocs, shoes, socks, bras, t shirts, sweaters, packets of smokes, you name it, she has chewed it.
This is Emma taken all of 1 minute ago. As you can see, there is nothing wrong with her now!!!!

Then we got Locksley. We went to the Jockey Lot (car boot sale for you British folks). My Birthday was just a few days away, guess what Boyd bought me.

Dont let the cuteness fool you! I will NEVER, EVER get another Bassett Hound. IN MY LIFE!!!! Lazy, lazy, LAZY with a big old fat capital "L". My parents call him Borstal Boy. Borstal meaning bad boys go into Borstal to keep them from society. Hes 4 now, I honest to god did not think he would live to see his 1st Birthday never mind his 4th! Why go outside to pee when I can pee on the rug next to the door, oh yes indeedy. I have told that dog every time he has peed on that rug he is going back to the Jocket Lot, I have threatened to swap him for goats, then swap him for a horse, hes been threatened with living outside. Just think how many more ducks I can get if I swapped him out. I have beet his ass with anything and everything and his tail does not stop wagging at me. I  can get up in the morning and if he is not right beside me I know. I stand there looking, walking round looking. All I have to do it look at him. If he looks guilty HE IS GUILTY!! Alot of rugs later, he is still here!
This is him, this morning, peeping at me from behind those ears, hoping I dont see him all covered up lying there like butter wouldnt melt in his mouth. I didnt cover him up, he did that himself. Unmade the bed and put himself in it!

Meet Chaz. Chaz and his brother came to live with me after his mom Muley had a hard time feeding them. Mary asked if I wanted 2 baby goats, but I would have to bottle raise them. I jumped on it. I was going to take 1 and a neighbour said she would take another. Fine with me, and every day, 3 times a day I would go down and feed my baby goat Polo. Polo was a sickly kid but I stuck by him when he got bloat, took him the vets when he got a hernia, then back to the vets when the hernia came back. My poor baby goat  died at the vets, I brought him home and buried him out in the yard. Chaz was ment to go to his new home but she changed her mind so I kept Chaz, along with Tilly and FeeBee who I got at the same time as Chaz. Chaz has turned into a big sucker who will knock you off your feet given every chance. He hates my husband and will go after him, hooking him in the privates if he gets to close. My hubby used to go in and feed them untill 1 day Chaz got him good, now he wont even go near him and says, That goat hates me, he gets me every time I go in there!!!   heheheheh. Chaz is his mamas boy and does not like anyone to come near me. 

Chaz & little Polo when they were babies.

Jack Sparrow! Got his name the minute he was born. Hes got 1 brown leg and when he was a baby it looked like a peg leg...plus Pirates of the Carribean was all the rage.. Jack and his sister Sassy were just babies when their mom stopped producing milk in 1 teat. It got to the point that they would fight over the 1 teat and they more of less shredded it to the point mom was like..no way, that hurts. She would lie down and the babies would not get to drink. Jack & Sassy soon learned to fend for them selves but were alot smaller than the rest of the baby goats. We didnt think Jack would make it. Mary would shout GOATY GOATY GOATY down the pasture and all the goats would come running at dinner time. By the time Jack managed to get back to the barn the feed was finished and all the goats would be walking back outside with full bellies. Poor Jack would get knocked over and he would just lie there. 1 day I was down there and we were watching the goats and poor Jack got knocked over, that was it, he was coming home with me, so I scooped him up and put him in the truck, I said to Mary I cant take him on his own I will have to take another for company, so his sister got scooped up too. I now owe Mary 3 female goats for Tilly, FeeBee & Sassy. Chaz & Jack were saved from being meat. After all thats what Boer goats are for!

From the front: Sassy, FeeBee, Jack, Tilly & Chaz.

Well thats all for today, I will do another blog another day with some more of my kidimals. There are lots more..LOTS MORE!!!


Another Day.

Today was just another day, another Thursday. Thursday is grocery day so I went and filled up on human food and animal feed.

I read Crows comment on my last blog this morning with my coffee. I like Crow, she is deep and meaningfull, always relaxed in everything she does and says. Its like she takes a great big chill pill every day. I have had Crow on my Facebook for probably 2 years now, playing Mafia Wars, we would do out own thing but I didnt get to know Crow, or Willow Crow as I know her untill she commented on my ducklings and I commented on her baby chickens. From there a friendship started, and we are now Kin as Crow said, we are ducky Kin!
So, Crow told me I have to meditate, ok, thats fine, I can do that, I have done it before. So I took my coffee outside, I just sat there after I let the ducks out and fed, just laid back on the recliner, taking in the noise, relaxing, relaxing, relaxing, then I was SCREAMED AT by Moon. Relaxation over with. It was a nice start, maybe I will get to relax a bit more another time.

I came in and Mary called, Mary is my SC Mom, so shes kin too, plus I have 5 of her goats, so Im goaty Kin too.
Mary said I need to go get some Potassium, take 1 a day and my legs should stop aching. So while I was getting groceries I got some.

I also bought me some of this.

I will sit down over the weekend while hubby is at work, put on a DVD and sit and eat my Run Raisin icecream...all on my own!! ALL MINE, NO ONE ELSES. JUST FOR ME!

I got back from town, unpacked and hubby went to bed for a while, so I went out and just chillaxed for a while, watching ducks puddling in pools and bowls, I didnt have my camera but I did take some pics this morning after my relaxation before it I was rudely disturbed.

July's babies.

June's babies


Pekins meditating.

Happy, Crick & Squint posing for the camera.

So tonight after I had put everyone up for the night, I washed dishes, put them away and took my goats milk soap and went and had a shower. I love this goats milk soap.

I love this scent, Its nice and spicey. Also has the website on the little packet so you can order some if you would like. I highly recomend it.

So, that was my day. Im now all clean and ready to go watch Burn Notice, have a coffee and relax before I go to bed and hopefully no achy legs tonight after I took a pill today. Today was a good day.

P.S. Christina told me to get some bag thingy that you put in the microwave and put it on your legs. I must look into that!!

A bowl full of thoughts.

I love my bed. I can lie on the bed any time during the day and I can fall asleep in minutes. As soon as its bed time and I would love to get some sleep my mind goes into over drive and my legs start aching. Its like little electrons going off in my legs and every 10 seconds I have to move, stop the aching that is driving me up the fucking wall. I swear to god its driving me crazy. So I lie there twitching like an idiot and my mind runs away with me, every thought runs into another, like a big bowl you empty contents into and mix it up and its just a goo of nothingness.

Have you been watching Falling Skys on a Sunday night. Well I walked out to go feed this morning and as I was walking across the yard I thought, What the hell would I do if  Skitter came thru the trees, making that weird creepy noise they make. I couldnt run, I would be to scared to run, i would cry, it wold see me, kill me, will it kill my animals, OMG! it would, and I would have to hide, then go round and collect dead animal bodies. Where would I go, there is nowhere to run to, I would just have to hide it out under the house and try and make my way back to the UK. How would I get there, I cant walk to Charlotte and catch a plane, the mama Skitter ship would blow it up and I would be stuck here and I would never see my mum & Ron again.
Who in thier right mind thinks of crap like that aye! It sent a shiver down my back and by the time I got to the duck house my utterly stupid thought had disintergrated.

Then Mary came round to see if I had any goats milk soap left she needed to buy a bar. She gave me money for a bar and money to order her 5 bars plus the shipping. All fine, no problem, then I started thinking, about the different flovours of soap, and I want to buy them all, but its going to cost a fortune. Its ok, I can buy 5 at a time in a small box. But what if I order some I dont like, I would have to use it. But its wasted money. I dont have money to waste. Im going thru a bar every 10 days ish. Is that alot of soap to be going thru in 10 days. It just all rolls into 1.

This afternoon I went out to give the ducks fresh water. I got looking at the Sebastopol geese. I dont know if I like the curly ones, I like my smooth ones better. What if the smooth are both boys. I cant sell the curly they might be girls, shall I sell 1 of each, but what if Im left with 2 boys. It went on and on. Why was I even thiking about selling them in the first place. Then Crick decided to do a head bob to Juno, Juno was not impressed by this little crooked duck at all and scremed in his face and my thoghts about geese faded.

I read Renitas blog about counting pennies, I sat there for the longest time thinking. I used to have a money bottle, I would put 1, 5s, 10s, and 25s into my bottle. Its been empty for a long time now. I used to put every spare bit of change I had into my bottle. I have done that for years, even back home from when I was a kid, I had a money bottle. I lost my job 5 years ago to job cuts, I havent had one since. I havent had money since. I havent had money in my bottle since, I havent bought myself anything since, the dog needs to go and get groomed, I have no money, I need new bras, I have no money, I need a job, there isnt any. I need a job, Boyd only wants me to work part time. I need a job, Im going carzy, I need a job, he doesnt want to be stuck doing animal chores all day every day. I would love a tub of Haagen dazs icecream, I dont have money, they are pretty flowers in that womans garden, I dont have money, I need a job. Damn driving me crazy.

What do you want for dinner?
 Oh I dont know, what do you want?
I dont know, Tell me what you want,
 Well what ever your having,
I dont know what Im having..
 Ill have a pork chop.
 Fine, slap it in a pan, throw a potatoe in the microwave. Now to think about what I want for dinner. I want a nice Chicken Korma, they dont have sauces like they do back home, so no chicken korma for me, ill have cerial, I dont really want cerial but I cant be arsed cooking. Who cooks in this weather, why do people always have to eat a big meal, why cant they have a cup of tea & toast for dinner. I hate cooking. I aint cooking ever again. Glad  I dont have kids to cook for, they would be living off cerial. Cerial is good for you.

Christina a friend in the duck group is having a baby, they are taking her in this weekend to have it. I got thinking,well, what if they baby got stuck, they will use those forcep thingys and clamp it round its head and pull. I wonder if we came out head and arms first like a horse or cow would they use cow chains to drag us out. And in a split milisecond all these thoughts and pictured were going through my mind at a million miles an hour and all I could see were guys in masks with their sleeves rolled up pulling on cow chains. Am I disturbed! Oh and you know me, I just had to tell her too, yep sure did, for everyone to see in the duck group. Steven thinks im crazy, Im starting to wonder myself.

Today I sent myself a promise. In an email. To myself! I cant tell you what the promise is, its just for me but I sat staring into space over my promise, thinking a million things in like 2 seconds, all running into each other. Thoughts not even finished and another begins, before Im half way through that thought another starts and ends with another. Never ending, driving me crazy. There is so much I want to say but I cant, not about anything in particular, just everything, its just a load of jumbled up crap, stored away for another time, Makes no sense to me or to you, but its there, in that big old bowl of thoughts .

1 day i might get them all straightened out. 1 day!

The ingredience are in there, I just cant get it all straightened out into nice little piles.

Now to go back to bed and deal with my achy legs again, my brain better sit still and let me sleep.



I would love to be regressed, to be taken back in time. To see who I was, and how I lived. I wonder how many lives I have had. I think I sort know Ive lived before, you know when you just have a feeling. I dont know what era I lived in but I would love to go back to visit.

I remember when I was a kid playing at the park down by the beach. I was about 7 I think. That was back in the days that you left the house by 8 in the Summer holidays and you didnt go back home untill dinner time.
But anyway, I was down the beach playing at the park, just doing what kids do and then I saw a young girl. She was my age and thinking back now, she looked alot like me. She had long curly hair and brown eyes. She was at the top of the slide and when I saw her she turned and looked at me. She didnt say anything and I didnt say anything but we both walked to the swings and just sat there swinging back and forth. 2 names popped into my head, Hazel and Lizzy. We sat in those swings for what felt like forever, just swinging back and forth, not speaking, just looking at each other, as if we knew each other, knowing things about each other that no one around us knew but us. It was like going back in time. All I could see in my minds eye was 2 little girls with long shabby dresses and dirty white pinafores, bare feet, long curly hair, dirty faces, smiling, and a well that you get water from.

Its funny that all these years later I still see things, wether its something I pass in the car, or see on TV, old films, or new films about years ago, way back when, these things still remind me about Hazel, the girl with the long curly hair with the knowing eyes and smile. The quiet conversation, without words, the knowing looks and little smiles to each other

I wonder who she was, who I was. Was she my friend from a past life, was she my sister or a relation. I knew her at 1 time, I just dont know where from but the back of my mind does. It doesnt freak me out, its a different feeling, a knowing feeling. A feeling I dont get often but a calming feeling.

Maybe 1 day I will be regressed back to what I was all those years ago, in another time, another place. I wonder if Hazel will be there if I do go back.



Do you have a blanket? I bet theres not many grown women out there with a blanket. I bet your kids or grand kids have a blanket or something like it.
I have a blanket, yep sure do. 39 years old and I still have my blanket!
I had another blanket before this one. I dont remember the other blanket at all. I dont know where or how old I was but I remember my mum telling me I lost it on a train. She had to call my Grandma and tell her I had lost my blanket so she could knit me another one for when we got there. This was the end result. This was all the wool my grandma had left. Green, orange, plurple and not even half way round is red. Its not very big, only about 12 inches square. Its about, at a guess 36 years old, at least. I used to suck my thunb and rub my blanket...as kids do, thats why there are big holes in the corners where its been rubbed apart.
My blanket has been everywhere with me. When I joined the Army, my mum asked if I was going to take my blanket. YES!!!! So, off it went and joined up with me. I kept it hidden away so nobody would see it while I was in training. When I got my 1st posting to Bicester I shared a room with Tet, she didnt have a blanket, but she did have a Bambi. A little Bambi teddy bear with the spots rubbed off its bum. So here was us two grown soldiers with our blanket and our Bambi. Tet still has her Bambi, I asked her where it is or have the kids got it. She said OH NO!!!! Its hidden in my underwear drawer!!  HA!!! Thast where I keep mine too. How come treasured things like that always go in the underwear drawer.
When I bought my 1st house once I got out the Army my mum shouted up the path as I left her house with my last bits and pieces. Have you got your blanket? YES!!! Why wouldnt I have my blanket. It was coming with me to my new house, to share my bed with me. How pathetic is that, but I dont care. For years it got folded in the morning after I made my bed and put on my pillow so it was ready for bed that night. When I got my cats I would let them share it, I would spread it on my pillow and 1 of the cats would sleep on it. Thats the only time I have shared my blanket.
I moved to South Carolina and got married. As I was packing the last of my things to move my mum asked if I was taking my blanket.....YES!!! So off it went on a plane with me to my new life.
Its not seen much of my new life. Its folded up in my underwear drawer away from the world. I take it out every now and then and wash it to keep it fresh. Its not as soft as it used to be, but then again you wouldnt be after all you have been through. So now its all washed and fresh its time to get folded up once more and put away

The things you miss

Oh the things you miss when you dont have access to them any more. To see, feel, hear, smell them. Oh I wish on this, another hot humid day to be back home.
Peterhead lies on the North East coast of Scotland.

It used to be the biggest white fishing port in Europe untill they passed a law that our Fishermen could only go to sea for a certain amount of days a week due to shortages of Cod out in the North Sea!

The Fish Market used to look like this at one time, I dont know if it looks like that now. The smell, oh my god, the smell lingers in your nose if you dont work in the fish, you pass people in their lunch break in town and the smell of fish is enough to make you run. I miss that smell now.

Boddam Power Station, you can see it all the way from Aberdeen, once you see that lum on the horizon, you know your nearly home. Oh what a great sight to see when you dont see it any more.

And to walk along the beach, no humid sticky weather and bugs to bother you. All bundled up in your jacket breathing in that cold air.

And the rain...oh yes!!! Bring it on. You see it coming a mile away. I miss the rain!

Lush green grass, yep, Ive missed that to, not seen green grass like this in 8 years now. Grass you have to mow every week because it grows a foot high with all the rain.

Yep, I even miss the Skurries that shit on you when your in town. Not just town, they are everywhere, you hear them screetching over head.

A cuppy ah tea an a fine piece.

or a cold Pancake slathered in butter. MMMMMMM!

Fish Supper fae Zanres with lots of special sauce please!

Or a Chicken Korma fae the Indian.
And, a White Puddin Supper fae the Clerkhill chinky with curry sauce.

I will even settle for a Haggis Supper!!! Im not fussy, I will eat them all and enjoy and savour every last bit. I would even be happy just to stand in Zanres doorway and smell it all, that would do me, I dont want to be greedy, just a wee smell would do me just now.

To go see family and friends, not do anything much, just chill, drink tea and hae a fine piece.
To go see Cam, let him do a tattoo on my other foot is a must.
No, thats not dirt, its my sun tanned feet. Yes they are pocky dotted from wearing Crocs out in the sun.

To sit in my mums garden, look at the pretty flowers, watch people walk past and not wonder what he/she/they are doing walking past your house. Over here if someone walks past your house you watch him till they are out of sight and call your neighbour down the street to keep an eye out for him.
The street lamp outside my mums house, lighting up the bed room.
A taxi BEEPING for its passenger.
The click of the garden gate, doesnt matter if its yours or 6 doors down, you still hear it.
To look out the back bedroom window and wait for the bus to go up Aalesund Road. You know you have enough time to walk across the court to wait for the bus.

Its amazing what you miss when you dont have those small every day things in your life. I could go on and on, but I would be here all day.