Reports from the Unsupervised – Introduction

Life out here has its own rhythm.

Some mornings begin with the deep, steady call of a great horned owl. Some nights end with the coyotes hosting what I can only assume are very enthusiastic neighborhood gatherings. In between, there are birds arguing, cats plotting, a neighbor's bull singing, and at least one ongoing basement opera with mixed reviews.

I shall be naming names (my various cats) and sharing all the gossip here on the farm.

Each Friday, this little corner of my blog is where I share those moments—the small, strange, funny, and sometimes oddly comforting pieces of life on the land. Nothing polished, nothing serious. Just observations from a place where the wildlife has strong opinions and the humans are clearly not in charge.

Welcome to the unsupervised.

I hope it makes you smile.

Reports from the Unsupervised – Friday Edition

Mother Nature is off her rocker again.

It’s April, which in Missouri means we’ve skipped politely past spring and gone straight into warm winds that feel like summer is trying to kick the door in early. The trees are growing, the grass is plotting, and something new changes outside every time I look out the window.

Indoors, the situation remains equally unstable.

Tamar continues her basement opera. Reviews are still mixed, though she remains deeply committed to her performance and refuses to acknowledge any criticism. The acoustics, unfortunately, are excellent.

In the garage, a raccoon has declared squatters’ rights and helped himself to Ash’s food. Ash, who is our visiting outdoor cat, has not filed a formal complaint but is clearly reconsidering his dining arrangements. Negotiations are ongoing.

Zenobia (Z) has once again rejected her water dish in favor of the bathroom sink. She insists on fresh, running water like the royalty she believes herself to be. The staff (me) remains undertrained but compliant.

And of course, Chimera, Queen of Cheese, continues to rule with quiet authority. She has received cheese recently. This has not altered her belief that she is being tragically underfed.

All is as it should be.

Meanwhile, the coyotes held another late-night gathering, the owl continues his early morning announcements, and I remain here, observing it all like a very confused but entertained narrator.

Until next week…