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How the Feud Started
by Arthur Guiterman
From The Mirthful Lyre (Harper & Brothers, 1918).

harrierhill.caBefore there were Pineapples, Peaches, or Plums,
The Dog and the Cat were Companions and Chums.

(They lived in a Highly Respectable Grotto,
Where “God Bless Our Home” was their Favorite Motto)

The Dog had a Parchment, a Parchment had he,
Proclaiming his Right to be Happy and Free.

(This Charter was signed by the Patriarch Noah,
And Witnessed in Form by the Goat and the Boa.)

The Dog went a-hunting on Mount Ararat;
The Parchment he left in the Care of the Cat.

{His Trust in the Cat was Complete and Abiding,
The Dog, then as ever, was Much Too Confiding.)

The Cat, who was always a Rover in Soul,
Grew bored with the Cavern and went for a Stroll.

(Beguiled by the Song of the Birds in the Bowers,
He ambled and rambled for Hours and Hours.)

Then out from their Crannies the Mouse People crept,
And lunched on the Parchment that Puss should have kept.

(They flocked with their Children, their Nephews and Nieces.
They shredded the Charter and ate up the Pieces.)

When Home came the Dog near the Close of the Day,
The Last of his Freedom was whisking away!

(He Leaped! – but the Tails disappeared in a Flicker.
The Dog may be Quick, but the Mouse Folk are quicker.)

When Home strolled the Cat as the Twilight grew dim,
The Dog paid the Utmost Attention to Him!

(The Cat, who in Climbing was always a Leader,
Escaped by a Whisker and ran up a Cedar.)

So, seeking his Vengeance—and justly at that—
The Dog, through the Ages, still chases the Cat.

(The Cat, with Equivalent Justification,
Has chosen the Mouse as his favorite Ration.)

Our friend Barry and I banged together a pretty skookum (solid!) pig house a few weeks ago the day before The Pink Ladies arrived. I added some shingles recently. I think it should withstand a good amount of huffing and puffing. It might be a little tight when they ladies get more bacon-y but we’ll deal with that then the time comes.

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  • Elaine - Ahh, the Pig Hotel. Like Hotel California….”You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!”ReplyCancel

We sent some of our wool last fall to MacAusland’s Woolen Mill in PEI. By providing our own wool we get seriously wholesale prices on woolen blankets and yarn. Twelve pounds to a queen blanket. So we sent about three bags full over for blankets (and a few other bags full for yarn) and waited with anticipation through the cold winter for our blankets to arrive (we were forewarned… no complaints!). They are amazing pieces of Maritime culture and tradition and so cozy. The only downside is that unless we have a batch of fleece that is over 400lbs, we don’t get our own wool back. Who knows where those other sheep have been?! Just kidding. But it would be neat to do our own batch as our wool seems particularly nice. We still have about 100lbs from last year so maybe with this year’s clip we can get enough to get our very own Harrier Hill wool blankets.

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  • Sylvia Estey - These are absolutely stunning. You should be so proud.ReplyCancel