The other day I went to visit my sister. She lives out in the sticks, or the country, whichever you prefer.

I went by myself, which was nice. The kids didn’t want to go because they said it was too hot.

Wussies.

And my sister told me not to bring the dogs.

Duh. It’s 95 degrees at my house, which mean it’s 105 degrees at your house.

I don’t know who she thought she was talking to.

Anyway, I had several reasons for wanting to go out and visit her.

1. Because I love her and she’s my sister.

2. She had my birthday present.

3. She got a new steel roof.

It’s red. I thought a steel roof would be silver, but it’s red. It’s pretty cool.

4. She got a new greenhouse. It’s pretty neat and hot. She made me go inside just to feel how hot a greenhouse is on a 95 degree day. I think she was trying to kill me.

The greenhouse is going to grow parsley for Gibby the Guinea Pig. Isn’t my sister the best? She bought a greenhouse just to grow things for Gibby!

5. I wanted to work on my photography. My sister’s house is the perfect place to do this. She has a lot of animals there, which makes for some potentially good photos.

It’s actually kind of freaky when you go there because there are goats and sheep that are roaming around.

Some of them even come up to greet you, like their a dog or something and wait for you to pet them.

I have to be honest, it freaks me out a little bit when my sister tells me that there’s a goat approaching from the left.

This little guy was hanging out under a tree trying to catch some shade. He has a name but I forget what it is because they all have names and I had a lot of goats approaching me at one time and I lost track of who was who.

My sister is going to be mad because I don’t remember his name.

She also has horses and chickens.

Chickens I tell you.

Eck!

I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else to say about chickens.

She has normal animals too, like this cat Moo. I know his name because he is my enemy. Mr. Moo has what I think cat owners call cat-attitude. I call him Mr.Meanie.

He has bitten both Bobby and Gracie at least once and I think he was thinking about making me his next victim.

Think again Mr.Moo. I’m not falling into your trap.

Your lucky your photogenic.

Then there was this cat hiding in the bushes.

I forget his name. Don’t tell my sister.

I worked really hard on trying to get this picture perfect but I just couldn’t get the shot I wanted.

I even burned my butt cheek when I went to sit down on the hot rocks to get closer to eye level.

Of course I didn’t realize the rocks would be hot, but even when I realized it I still didn’t move, and yes, I now have a welt on my butt cheek.

It would of been worth it if I got the shot I wanted. But I didn’t, so it wasn’t.

Obviously I could of moved the orange pot that was in the way, but I had no idea it was reflecting that way when I was shooting.

Something was off with the focus on my part. I didn’t want the leafs to blur as much as they did and I’m not sure what setting I needed to adjust to get this right, so if any of my photography friends have any tips to offer, they would be greatly appreciated.

I didn’t have any luck with this flower either.

Nice clear picture, but I wanted a bee on it.

I know, I know, you can’t have everything, but there was a bee on it when I didn’t have my camera with me, so I wanted a bee on it again.

I said a bee, not a fly.

Geesh.

Another thing that my sister has that caught my eye is this peculiar but familiar sign.

You see she use to have Newfoundlands that graced her beautiful farm.

She is actually the one who got me hooked on Newfies.

But I don’t see any of those around here now, do you?

We’re going to see what we can do about that in the next year or so.

Let’s just say it’s in the works.

I just realized that my loving sister did a post on my visit to her house. You have to check it out because after I left she got the damn picture of the bee on the flower. She’s taunting me.  Check out her post, Flowers for my Sister.