Fish'n, cats, and chickens

We've never had a cat problem with our chickens .... of course until this week. We have two cats, a momma cat and 2 month kitten. The momma is the daughter of one of the cats we inherited with the place-since run off. We leave food around for them, but they really aren't pets, they're just here-until now.

It seems momma cat would wait just outside the chicken wire until a chick comes close, reach in and grab it. The the ones she could, she would pull through the wire. Kitten bites holes in chicken wire. Grabs one and exits. 20% of our flock!

Mrs. Curley wonders if God is trying to tell us something. Sure-that we don't know what were doing yet-but keep trying. Seriously though, some our kids will someday be laughing at our incompetence, but they will not repeat our mistakes. By that we'll have got it right and they will have been through it with us.

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Wednesday Mrs. Curley and the girls spent the night with a friend who was alone. The boys and I decided to go fishing. We went to a new spot (for us) on the Lynches River, about 6-7 miles from here. River was very shallow-we haven't had much rain. Youngest son caught the first and only fish of the outing. It was a bream-really too small to keep, yet it had swallowed the hook and we brought the wrong pliers. So I broke the line and threw it in the cooler. I promised the youngest I would grill it when I did the hamburgers when we got home.

In my mind, bream is one of the best eating fishes-especially when cooked fresh. Easy to clean and pot it in the pan-I never bother filleting them.

Back to the story, youngest son was thrilled. And so we did cook it up. He told me it was the best fish he ever had. We at our burgers, B&M beans (the only kind worth eating), and fish while watching Mountain Rhythm starring Gene Autry and Frog Millhouse.

Well, got some work to do, especially since I am off to Charleson later for Fr. Selzer's funeral.

Oremus pro invicem!