The wind picked up mid-day today. Not such a big deal most days but today we woke up to the oil heater being out of fuel. Spring is here we were hoping to get another week or two out of it hoping fuel prices would go down before we refilled all the tanks...It's not too cold so still, no big deal. Then just before lunch someone had the idea to build a fire in the woodstove. Um, kinda breezey--might not be such a good idea. Too late to intervene by the time I come in for lunch, it's done. Sure feels nice. But as usual, before lunch is over the wind has picked up from the east--blowing good and hard. Let's hope the stove doesn't smoke too bad today.
Mid afternoon the normally un-flusterable hired man comes dashing breathless into the office. He has a hard time talking coherently--WOW--not like him at all. Maybe something is on fire!
He's been working on the baler--could be spontaneous combustion of an old bale inside the baler. Maybe the horses broke the fence and are on the highway. It's gotta be bad. Really bad!
Now that I look out the window the sleddogs are carrying on something fierce! Now we can kinda understand him but wait...at the same time the boss is trying to transfer a publishing question phone call to my desk. I can usually multi-task pretty well (years of practice!) but this one is a bit tricky... now it comes out, the normally calm hired man needs help--RIGHT NOW!--the goats are out.
The goats are out. This is NOT bad. Not at all. Just put them back in. Easy. Simple. Not even a crisis! They'll follow you anywhere if you have a pail with something in it--it doesn't even have to be food.
But the hired man has never been around goats before. (He's only been here a few weeks and the goats have NEVER been loose.)
Epilog: The goats went right in in a matter of seconds when the boss went out to help. The hired man was trying to herd them and, hmmm...goats don't herd well. He panicked.
We've had a flock or two of wild Snow Geese show up over the past two weeks. Ducks are pretty common in the spring here but geese are rare--Snow Geese are even rarer! They came when we still had water running in the ditches but it's dry now, just two weeks later. It seems like every time they land they are more tame. The third time they landed we were just getting ready to fly the Yellow Citabria off the airfield. Grand-daughter Laura was headed home with her Uncle Cody. The geese landed right beside the airplane. We let 2 year old Laura wander after them. She followed them down the airstrip until she evidently got just a little too close and UP THEY FLEW! They didn't fly far and Uncle Jared had to chase them farther away so they wouldn't be a hazardto Cody's take-off.
Mid afternoon the normally un-flusterable hired man comes dashing breathless into the office. He has a hard time talking coherently--WOW--not like him at all. Maybe something is on fire!
He's been working on the baler--could be spontaneous combustion of an old bale inside the baler. Maybe the horses broke the fence and are on the highway. It's gotta be bad. Really bad!
Now that I look out the window the sleddogs are carrying on something fierce! Now we can kinda understand him but wait...at the same time the boss is trying to transfer a publishing question phone call to my desk. I can usually multi-task pretty well (years of practice!) but this one is a bit tricky... now it comes out, the normally calm hired man needs help--RIGHT NOW!--the goats are out.
The goats are out. This is NOT bad. Not at all. Just put them back in. Easy. Simple. Not even a crisis! They'll follow you anywhere if you have a pail with something in it--it doesn't even have to be food.
But the hired man has never been around goats before. (He's only been here a few weeks and the goats have NEVER been loose.)
Epilog: The goats went right in in a matter of seconds when the boss went out to help. The hired man was trying to herd them and, hmmm...goats don't herd well. He panicked.
We've had a flock or two of wild Snow Geese show up over the past two weeks. Ducks are pretty common in the spring here but geese are rare--Snow Geese are even rarer! They came when we still had water running in the ditches but it's dry now, just two weeks later. It seems like every time they land they are more tame. The third time they landed we were just getting ready to fly the Yellow Citabria off the airfield. Grand-daughter Laura was headed home with her Uncle Cody. The geese landed right beside the airplane. We let 2 year old Laura wander after them. She followed them down the airstrip until she evidently got just a little too close and UP THEY FLEW! They didn't fly far and Uncle Jared had to chase them farther away so they wouldn't be a hazardto Cody's take-off.
Laura & the GeeseThey've been back several times since then (almost a week ago) and they always land out on the runway now. The sleddogs are just on the back side of the runway and the geese will land just out of their chain reach. They never bark, jump, wiggle their ears...nothing. Goats get out? They bark, jump, howl and carry on for hours after they get put away!
Sleddogs. Go figure.
Sleddogs. Go figure.
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