Janicket the So-So

Yes, I sometimes post political stuff, but so many are saying it all better than I can, and truthfully, it all gets overwhelming, so my feed will be a refuge, a respite page, if you will, to take a break from the horror and rest in comfort for a bit.

Look up!

"Look up!"

Working on becoming beach sand.

From the 2010 Groton House horse trials: A contestant so eager to get galloping over the course, he chose to leave his rider behind.

Just came across this today:

Late afternoon light, with horse.

As graceful as a dancer.

Two views of a turkey that would strut about, totally unafraid of people, through the yard and fields of the barn where I boarded my horse.

What a great midflight photo.

From 2010, when I used to go to the local beach in the off season, a time when horses and dogs are permitted to be there, and take photos. I don't know the name or owner of this handsome horse, but I hope they're still enjoying beach rides together.

Works for me, every day, although it can lead to some tense negotiations with my cat.

Stalled: On stall rest, looking out at his buddies in their field.

Deadwood.

From 2008: Walking through coastal woodlands next to salt marshes.

You know you need this.

Another day, another miss.

A few days later, and they're emerging from hiding. Sammy's coming along much faster and will buzz around my legs when I'm fixing food. Barnaby is still scared but is coming out into the open.

A closer look at the two new cats: Barnaby behind the litter box; Sammy nearby -- he's braver.

The new guys hide together, eat, and bat at the line of play toys I'd put out.

Just adopted: Barnaby (fluffy tuxie) and Sammy (crumpled ears):

I miss having orange boys who loved to snuggle together.

Old deadwood in a swamp.

Merc today, in failing health. Edging up to the final decision.

Snuggle time!

Have a lovely snuggle for Caturday!

Jesus take the wheel!

The solution! it could work!

Oh, yes, yes indeed.

From decades ago, my late QH, visiting a friend's farm for the summer, met her homebred colt, who'd never seen another horse besides his dam and was fascinated by this stranger in his home.

"What the...?"

Winter beach riders, who sometimes are crazy.

A chicken in every pot!

Dunes on a winter beach.

After the storm:

Enjoying their window time: Pumpkin, Ed, Schooner.

Pumpkin snuggles with his brother Squash. Happy Caturday!

Late afternoon light, with bays.

When you want to play with your favorite toy but it's at the very bottom of the toy basket, and by the time you dig it out you need a nap.

Sand patterns left by the retreating tide on a flat beach.

Snuggles

So soft and quiet, after the storm.

A cat named Tribble.

Stanley was ready for his closeup.