Be diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds... Read the rest: Proverbs 27: 23-27
Lest you think the country life is boring, or lacks quality educational
opportunities, and comedic relief; I shall relieve your misconceptions!
There's
alot going on around our place. For starters, I know without a doubt
that spring is coming. Three sure signs have greeted my eyes and ears:
the killdeer birds are back, the hens are laying daily again, and the
wind is blowing like mighty waves. Most annoying, that.
I try
to take good care of my family and animals- thus the Bible reference,
but it's never as smooth as you would like to think. I have goat pox
going through my milk goats right now, as well as one doe with calcium
deposits. I have too many barn cats, and thiefs at that. They steal the
hen's eggs if we don't get to them first. Ungrateful wretches.
The neighbors had a tractor come out to their ranch the other day. One
of the old retired brood mares died of colic (spring grasses are early
and she wasn't drinking enough most likely). It was very interesting
watching just how deep a hole one must dig in order to bury a large
horse. You would never guess.
I have had alot of irritation
ovver a mouse that climbs upon my counters nightly. He leaves
"deposits" around my kitchenAid! To complicate things, our daughter's
last pet mouse got loose in the house, too. My husband came in our
bedroom the other night with his manly chest puffed out to brag; he had
just used the BB pistol and shot a mouse right through the neck,
killing it on the spot! (sorry about the blood on the carpet, dear) I
hadn't the heart to tell him he might have killed his little girl's
pet. He wanted to show everybody! "Gather 'round, family, and look.
Look at what your father, the great hunter has done!"
He saw the
tears in her eyes. Oh no. He questioned her, and realizing what may
have happened, convinced her that upon closer inspection, the mouse
couldn't have been her pet, because it was a boy mouse, and hers was a
girl. She looked. dad doesn't know mouse parts very well. She pointed
out some missed anatomy. He was concerned that she knew that stuff!
(Really dad, they are growing up on a farm!)
But, thank goodness,
she spotted little mousey again last night. Oh, brother. That means
more droppings for me, doesn't it? Dad thinks it means a secret mission
assignment to shoot this mouse, too. Only this time, he's keeping it
under wraps. Mighty hunter.
So, as you can see, it's never dull around here. Nope. Not ever.
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