A Visitor to the Farm

We all heard this loud chipping.
CHIP. CHIP. CHIP. CHIP. CHIP.
The publicist went looking to see what is was.

She found Harry the Farm cat looking at the back steps.
(She figured it was a chipmunk.)
She quickly ran Harry into the yurt.
Then she came back outside.

It wasn't a chipmunk.
She knew immediately it was weasel.
She just didn't know what KIND of weasel.
Did you know that there are many kinds of weasels?

She called the male person and they watched this little guy while he CHIP, CHIP, CHIPPED away.
He is rather cute.
He kept poking his little head out and going back under the steps.

He looked this way....

...and he stared some more at the publicist.
Then he ran completely under the steps!
Maybe he was going to go home.

No. No he was not.
He came around the side!

He came out a bit further.
Was he going to make a run for it?
He did run, but not very far....

....he went up on the deck of the yurt!
He hid behind the wood box!

To be continued!

Harry will finish the story on Farm Cat Friday


ps: he is a Short Tailed Weasel, also called a Stoat and sometimes known as an Ermine

Farm Visitor - The Hairy Woodpecker

We had a visitor to the Farm.
A little feathered visitor.
The publicist saw him (her?) when see was getting the Farm cats their breakfast.

She looked out the kitchen window and saw him on the felled bull pine tree.

A hairy woodpecker!

She is sorry the photos are blurry - he was a little bit far away.

He spent a lot of time pecking at the tree looking for tasty bugs to eat.
Not that I think bugs are tasty but he sure does.

She likes woodpeckers. We have a number of different woodpeckers that visit our yard.
In fact a flicker also visited the tree with the hairy woodpecker but he was gone before the publicist had the lens cap off of her camera. The flicker is here almost every day. He pecks on the shed a LOT.

This little hairy guy also jumped down into the sawdust the male person made when he cut up the tree into chunks.

I am sure he found more yummy bugs there too.
The publicist is glad that eats bugs.
She does not like bugs.

Maybe some day she will get a photo of that flicker or even the pileated woodpecker that visits in the summertime.

An Old Friend Returns for a Visit

Can you guess who?
Look!

It was Mr. Eagle!
He was in the tree on our Farm.
Since we don't have any little kids around we were happy to see him.
I don't think he much cared about us.

He was too busy looking for a nice fish lunch.
I stayed and watched him for a bit with the publicist
It got boring because he didn't do much.
He just sat there and once in a while he would move his head. Whoopee!


Then he looked like he might fly away!
But he didn't.

He just cleaned his feathers.
I guess even eagles need a bath now and then.

He likes to look and look and look some more.
What do you think he sees?


I think he sees fish in the river. Fish is his favorite food.
Soon he flew away, low on the river.
Lunch time!