Hi, Everybody!
Today, I want to check in and tell you what it's like to be me (or Bella or Carly, or any critter with a good nose). When we've been goin' outside that past few days (actually longer than that), we've been smellin' lots of smoke. I mentioned that to Mom last night, and she told me why.
She went on her phone's weather app and saw that there have been air quality advisories for a while now. She read to me what it said. It read, "smoke originatin' from Canadian wildfires will spread from north-to-south, impactin' air concentrations" and that people with breathin' issues should remain inside. They don't mention that our animal sense of smell is much stronger, and we're affected, too.
Mom and Dad have only been lettin' us out to go do our business and run around a little before we all go back inside. Mom checks on the barn girls all the time to make sure they're okay, but we're lucky that we're surrounded by so many air-filterin' trees. Even so, everythin' is hazy, and you can tell from this picture taken around 9 am, that the sun is obscured by smoke.
There was a lot of talk on the news about those fires weeks ago, and we didn't know that the fires must still be burnin' to send smoke all the way to east-central Wisconsin. It's a reminder how lucky we are not to be in the middle of the devastation.
We'll be prayin' for all the people - and animals - affected by the fires. I sure hope they get lots of rain soon to put out the flames. It must be awful for all of them, and it makes us pretty sad. We hope you'll keep them in your thoughts, too.
Mom wanted me to add a note for Miss Shirley about the raccoons, too, before I go. You were right. Mom moved all the cat food to the barn after my last post. Two nights ago, she heard a ruckus outside the barn. They'd eaten the food she had out there, and Mama raccoon was escortin' five kids back up to the woods! That must have been a scout she brought with her last time.
It's been pretty dry around here - except for the blessed rain we got for two days - Mom doesn't mind sharin' cat food with them as long as they stay off our porch. It must be hard providin' for five hungry, little mouths. She's happy to help, and thought you'd like to know you were right, Miss Shirley! She's glad she listened to you!








