Our morning began relatively normally, or as normally as working with a psychic bunch of sheep who think they know better than Greg which pasture he was going to put them in, a dog with ADT that knows he knows better than Greg which pasture he was going to put the psychic sheep in and also knows that whatever Greg knows he knows better or more and then there is the goat that now has an identity crisis. Alissia’s sister Danielle also apparently had an alter ego that believed goats were born to climb big trees and that climbing down from big trees wasn’t an option. She chose to try to fly and apparently had a crash landing. Due to Danielles injuries which prove that it isn’t the flying out of the tree that hurts, it’s the crash landing, she is on enforced bed rest and Alissia currently goes out to play with the sheep, which has caused her identity crisis, Alissia thinks she may be a sheep..or even a dog. Either way, Alissia is determined not to allow us to become complacent and is doing a sterling job of keeping us vigilant.
Wesley has given us a new word that will stay with us as long as we have Bran the Border Collie. When Molly the family milk cow is in her milking station. Bran races from the gate to the cow pen ( to check on Rodney and Daisy) and back to the milk station. During this race, Bran’ back legs and tail seem to precede his ears and his brain is apparently left behind altogether in his frantic race!!! Wesleys new and very appropriate new word is BRANtic. (smart eh ??!)
Since our delightful Woofer Intern Wesley has “done” tree felling, Greg chose to show her how, ( in a perfect world) that log turns into siding. Smart move Greg, for 30 minutes, Wesley moved wood that had been “resting” on the mill, to clear the station and then, the boss noticed that the bearings were broken. Quick change of plan, chain saws and other sundry tree felling “stuff” were loaded into the bed of the beat up archaic Ford truck, our reliable workhorse and a really dead looking, BIG old cedar tree became the object of the afternoons intentions. Being me, naturally pessimistic, all the “what ifs” started and when Greg flippantly said “it always falls exactly where I want it to” something inside me said “OH DEAR, I have a bad feeling about this!”….and I was right!! All was apparently going well, Greg had his hard hat and his safety glasses on ( so he really looked the part !) the chainsaw had done what chainsaws are supposed to do but the tree didn’t !! Poor Wesley was on the end of a safety guide rope attached to the truck which was reversing back up the hill drive and Greg and his tree were on the other end, in the dip. All Wesley saw was Greg go down, all Greg felt was the 15 foot top of the tree which landed on him. Now, the top of the tree was not scheduled to detach itself from the main body of the tree and Greg’s foot was not designed to stop a 15 foot length of cedar tree. I think it was possibly amongst Wesley’s top “not to be repeated” moments and I believe she said that she probably got a grey hair as a result of the experience. Greg is fine, Wesley has been permanently mentally damaged by the experience and just for good measure Greg chopped down two other, better behaved dead trees. Alls well.
Time to go, hopefully a less anxious day ahead. Take care, keep safe, M