Twenty one official years. I'd like to say we had a romantic interlude off in some exotic place but not to be. Since he had been on the road since 2 am and just arrived home at 5 pm celebrating was short and sweet, munching on chicken wings and opening presents (actually early Christmas). He presented me with a beautiful hand crafted pendant and he got a Garmin GPS.
We got more laughs out of ONE of the cards I gave him and sharing our experiences of this very bizarre day to make it perfectly okay for him just to say I Love You and goodnight.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Cow Feeding
Okay, my day to feed the cows. That was my directive as John drove out of town at 2 am no less. That's another story. I was given a brief overview of the feeding stations ( yes they each have their own bowls) and they 're fed in order too. What order? Who cares? These girls are very, very pushy (literally) when it comes to eating and poor What Now is low on the totem pole. She also suffers from arthritis and needs her 25 aspirin twice a day, so of course making sure she gets her dose presents a particular challenge.
I was hoping the weather would cooperate and I could dash out between storms but oh no, wind screaming and cows hollering was more than I could gauge. First attempt was somewhat successful armed with an umbrella and bucket of grain and cup of aspirin. I only had time to thrust my entire hand into the warm, slobbery mouth of What Now (grown child of How Now). By this time the rain and wind drove me back to the house to get a raincoat and formulate a new plan for feeding the others. They were frantic by now but I remained calm and could finally say mission accomplished and dash back into the house to address the next animal crises.
Barney, our male cat, approached and I noticed a yellowish brown area on the back of his neck. I asked him what the heck he had rolled in, thinking the obvious cow patty, only to discover a huge oozing abcess. Yuck. Off to the vet tomorrow.
I was hoping the weather would cooperate and I could dash out between storms but oh no, wind screaming and cows hollering was more than I could gauge. First attempt was somewhat successful armed with an umbrella and bucket of grain and cup of aspirin. I only had time to thrust my entire hand into the warm, slobbery mouth of What Now (grown child of How Now). By this time the rain and wind drove me back to the house to get a raincoat and formulate a new plan for feeding the others. They were frantic by now but I remained calm and could finally say mission accomplished and dash back into the house to address the next animal crises.
Barney, our male cat, approached and I noticed a yellowish brown area on the back of his neck. I asked him what the heck he had rolled in, thinking the obvious cow patty, only to discover a huge oozing abcess. Yuck. Off to the vet tomorrow.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sandhill Cranes
What a joy this chilly morning on my usual trek to retrieve the newspaper. As usual Mr. Roadie has followed me down the lane and to my disapproving calls ran across to the field, but before I could further protest, to my delight a flock of 20 sandhill cranes stood grazing on the leftover corn from the fall crop. They must have been on their way to Gainesville where hundreds winter at the University of Florida. In my excitement I let Roadie know he was on his own because I couldn't wait to get John and his camera and the binocs. Unfortunately, the birds were just out of range for a great picture so after a few minutes of spectating, the three of us strolled back up the lane. What a thrill these beautiful birds decided to stop by for our enjoyment.
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