Morning has Broken, 17

Guest poster: The Great Ulani, Huntress of Busy Solitude

Ed. note:  Ulani's cousin Suzette, who is a princess and girly-girl, seems to have caught a rather large, black bird yesterday evening.  While some might be horrified, Ulani expressed a different sentiment.

Ulani here.  I want to share my congratulations to Suzette on her great capture last night.

I've been a hunter for a long time, as you know.  Here is a photo of me with the Great Striped Tiger I caught back in '06.  I stalked it all over the living room before I took it down.

I prefer hunting outdoors, though.  In the deep, tall grass I can flush a chicken, or a bunny.  Then my heart really gets to racing!

Some of my best chases have been in the snow -- my, it is bracing to race in deep snow!  Nothing is safe from me, The Great Ulani, Huntress of Busy Solitude!

And then I bring the prize to Johanna.  But she never keeps it like I want her to, to enjoy as it develops "the stink" (as our butcher Patrick calls it).  Instead, I have to say goodbye to my prize and have a dry biscuit instead.

So I say congratulations to Suzette for the Big Black Bird.  Did Linda honor this great success by taking a photograph?  If so, I would enjoy seeing a picture.  I promise not to drool on the computer.

Respectfully submitted,
Ulani, TGHBS

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It's been nearly a month since I've posted.  Two days after I posted that Isadora Ducken had been killed, my mother fell in some road construction in front of my parents' house and broke her leg.  She's been in the hospital ever since.  First they had to decide what to do.  Then they surgically plated the bone back together.  Physical therapy followed.  As yet she is not allowed to put any weight on that leg, but they plan to release her on Wednesday.

In the meantime, my father contracted a bad infection known as "C. diff", probably at the hospital while visiting Mom.  He is also hospitalized with a plan to be transferred to a skilled nursing facility until he's 100% better.  They don't want him to infect Mom.

I live about 80 minutes away from my parents.  Luckily my three siblings all live closer, but the stress has been great.

Now that you have the background, I come to the story that goes with the photo.  A couple of days ago I brushed Ulani outside.  When I do that, I usually just leave the hair in the grass.  Maybe a bird will line her nest with it, or it will discourage pesky raccoons from visiting.

This morning when I went out to the barn, I saw something that startled me.  Along with all of the gray hair, there were a couple of clumps of tawny.  Ulani does not have tawny hair.  That was Oskar's color.

I think he's letting me know he's looking out for me.