At some point, every afternoon, when I’m working in my studio, I see Mother, the barn cat, hunting in the field outside my window. Sometimes I see her running across the road back to the barn with a mouse or mole hanging out of her mouth. Other times I watch her in the tall grasses stalking something I can’t see.
Mother used to visit me in my studio, staying for a little while then going to the door and meowing to go back out. Now that I always have a dog with me she doesn’t get too close to the studio. But I still love to see her as she passes my window each afternoon doing what barn cats do.
A few people let me know that they couldn’t view the video of Mary Kellogg reading her poem on yesterday’s blog. It’s now public and able to be viewed, so have a look.