K. A. Jordan

Hey Kat ❤ Hope you are doing fine. I really really miss you, my friend! So do our ladies at LOL35 :)
          
          Thanks a lot for reading and voting on Ethereal Expressions ❤ I really appreciate it =]

Thank you so much for reading and voting on Celestia, Kat! ❤ I really appreciate it =]

I am so pleased to return to Wattpad with a quirky new story: Last Stop For Gas. It was one of my mother's short stories, a mere 3k words total. I've expanded it into this novella that I'm going to bring to about 50k words.
          
          "Last Stop For Gas" is about Breanna, a young woman who started out on a dream trip down Route 66 with her boyfriend, only to be abandoned at gas station, a hundred miles from the nearest bus stop.
          
          Once the shock wears off, Breanna adapts to her new circumstances as quickly as she can.  She gets a job at the diner delivering lunch to Mrs Hamilton, a disabled senior citizen whose house has been take over by a mob of cats.
          
          Then a horse is abandoned in a metal trailer in the baking sun, and Breanna must face her fears to save the beautiful creature. Can she learn to handle a animal that weighs a thousand pounds more than she does? 
          
          Breanna's compassion and determination win her a place in this tiny community, and soon she forges a new life in the middle of this desert town.

Hey Kat ❤ How are you? Hope this post finds you well. Long time no see and we are worried... Everything okay, my friend? You have been missing from Wattpad and LOL35 for a while. Miss you very much, Kat! ❤❤

Thank you so much for reading and voting on Celestia, Kat! ❤ I really appreciate it =]

The moon is full, the stars are bright, the air is bitter cold. The geese are honking with alarm and the yard is full of scuttling shadows. Sammy charges out of the house, tail flagging her eagerness to work.
          
          I don’t see the alpacas, but the geese are loud, by the door of the barn, demanding I open it up for them.
          
          Is that coyote song, trembling on the bitter breeze?
          
          The cold nips my nose. It’s too cold for the little dogs. I left them in their blanket nests. Black coated Sammy trots happily to the barn door and waits. The threshold is coated in crunchy ice, I have to shove the door with my shoulder. 
          
          The geese are making wheezing noises and I’m positive I hear coyotes in the distance. 
          
          Where are the alpacas? How far must I chase them tonight? Sammy sticks her noise between the back doors and sneezes. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight?
          
          I heave the big door open, and look around. There’s Star, a shadow on the snow with a shadow of his own. Oh the snow sparkles under the full moon! The alpacas are there, I get a bleated question as I shove the door open and go back for grain.
          
          But they hesitate at the door, not liking the confinement and even the rattle of grain isn’t enough to settle them. They tiptoe in, wheel and leap for the door, once, twice, three times, accusing Sammy of coyote affiliation as they bolt for the top of the hill.
          
          I rattle the grain bucket and call for Ivan, who knows his name means food. He dips his nose in the bucket for a mouthful, bribed he goes in the stall, and Sammy chargers the stragglers. Stalls closed, the barn door next, and the animals are safe for the night. I feed them all, the alpacas whine and spit at each other a moment before they settle in.
          
          All closed up behind me, I heave the last door closed as the maniacal yipping of coyote slaying songs carries on the crystal cold air. My boots squeak on the snow as I hurry to the house and warmth, Sammy beside me.

Have you seen The Biggest Little Farm on Netflix? I was thinking about you while watching it—especially the part about the chickens ;(

Hi.
          I hope you're accepting reading requests. I've started a new story "an anatomy of a wounded soul". It is a thrill/mystery teen fiction. 
          
          https://my.w.tt/MosMBd8jW5
          
          I hope you take a chance to read the story. 
          
          Please do and leave feedbacks. 
          
          Thank you.
          Aditi.
          ❤
          
          

Merry Christmas, Kat! Things are looking up for 2021 in many ways, so fingers crossed! Hope you have a wonderful holiday season.

There's a nor'easter coming. I can feel it in my bones, too. Well, we got critter feed today to make sure all the critters will have food no matter what. (New York is getting 12 to 30 inches of snow. Not sure what Kentucky is gonna get, but COLDER has already happened.)
          
          The ducklings are getting big. They are growing tail feathers and shoulder feathers, but are mostly fuzz. So I got out the brooder box and put a light in it. Now they have two lights. Wasn't sure they would understand the brooder box, but not 2 minutes after I turned on the brooder box light, the littlest ones were inside. One species taken care of.
          
          The Goose monsters - rounding them up wasn't easy. I finally put Sammy inside and started calling Jamie. He brought the flock to me. I so dig my Jamie Goose. I gave them horse feed, because that was all I had at that minute. They got a second feeding later.
          
          The hens -- yesterday I took a load of hay into the outer part of Chicken World. Then I turned them loose in the barn this afternoon. It's funny to watch them scratch and eat hay. But that little bit of green gives the eggs an orange color and a great taste. 
          
          The girls were not happy that Sammy kept putting them back in Chicken World. They just don't think it's fair, I can tell because they complain. We got 8 eggs today, the numbers are going up after a month of barely having enough. 
          
          The alpacas -- Oh the dumb is strong with this bunch...very strong. When I brought in the round bale, they gamboled and cantered to meet us. Then I moved it. Two days later they are still looking for the bale where it was before. This afternoon, they found it in the leanto. Well, four of them found it. Ivan was still looking for the bale where it was. 
          
          There's just not a whole lot I can teach them.
          
          I will bring them inside tonight. The weather is supposed to go bad at 1 am, so the alpacas are coming in, like it or not.