From The West Coast To The Deep, Deep South

This morning, I saw my first armadillo since my sister picked me up at the Houston airport and drve us 3 hours deeper into Texas. The prehistoric looking critter was ambling around out by the burn pile this morning. He finally waddled off into the woods.

Shifting from the West Coast to Deep East Texas has been quite a transition. Mom can not stay alone so I'm here as long as necessary.
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I forgot how different my home state of Texas is from every other place in the world.

A bobcat crossed the road on my way to town Friday. Before that, I saw an animal that I did not even know existed. It was like seeing a unicorn. I almost could not believe it. It was a solid white deer. Others in town said they were rare but real.

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I take that deer sighting as a good omen. It's been quite a ride since I arrived in the deep, deep South. One man was trying to tell me he wanted to sell a 'fakir' so many times I finally had to ask him to spell it. Turns out, he was trying to say 'half acre' but had condensed it to five letters.

It is nothing short of code talking here at times. "The devil's whipping his wife," one man announced.
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After a moments thought, I remembered that to mean that it is raining while the sun is shining. We dress funny. We talk funny. I love us.

It's not enough to wear a belt buckle. It does not even count if it does not look like the door off a car. Hats are de riguer and it's going to need to be hand creased. Straws in the summer; felts in the winter.
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Just like it always has been.

There is one horse on our property that is a former champion.Lynx still stands proud and tall. He lives where I am staying and I was told he bought home many of those shiny buckles that cowpeople wear as trophies of rodeo wins. He's over 20 years old but that does not stop him from bucking around in the past before a storm.

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There is funny little horse called Pedro that keeps getting my attention. I've told him everything. He wanders around and follows me whenever he can. Last night, he patted me down for carrots and we saw a shooting star together.

The sporks (spoon / forks) are cross breeds between miniature horses and donkeys. There are a pair of them and they are the first hoofed animals that I have ever seen wrestle. They love to bray-night and day.

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Horse and cows are everywhere as well as donkeys of all shapes and sizes. Turns out they are more than lawn ornaments that eat, the smaller equines keep coyotes and poisonous snakes away.

I tried to get Pedro to chase away a chicken snake but he just stepped over it. They only get excited when their lives are in danger but the long, black creature was easily five feet long and I did not like him in the yard.

Temperatures are just above freezing and Spring is start to show in the new growth on the trees. So goes life here in the Piney Woods of Deep East Texas. Stay tuned for updates and additions to our little slice of paradise called Misfit Island.