Well, I’m back under “house arrest”, I’m watching big brother John (minus silly hat) walking down to the barn, the big farm Chevy truck, Greg and Bran (the border collie), the farm team...minus me, ready for another day on the ranch. I’m happy to say that “on a scale of one to ten” (oh, I hate that question!!!) of pain level, I’m doing FINE. I had another hand surgery so it looks like I’m sporting a big boxing glove on my right hand, rendering me less than useless for even the most basic task. I’m under strict orders from the surgeon to go nowhere near poop…..mmm how do I get round that one around here?
I think maybe I was having a blonde moment on a visit to our Cenex feed store at the weekend. Maybe it was shock that I purchased a chocolate bar to benefit the local scout group, had a guilt attack ( my nutritionist has put me on a very low carbohydrate diet !!! that’s almost as bad as denying me a big juicy steak) and donated it back to the very ardent badge bedecked boy scout touting a pyramid of chocolate bars. I could have inhaled that chocolate bar with all it’s sugar and bad stuff, I could have been in a happy sugar saturated heaven…. but I gave it away…and I SO regretted my self control!!!! Still fighting not to go and grab it back I wandered aimlessly out to our truck… actually I passed our truck….apparently ignored Greg’s calls and all but climbed into the door of a similar coloured truck. It has to be said the chosen vehicle was MUCH cleaner than our ranch truck, probably didn’t smell of damp dog, animal feed and the manure pile…and definitely didn’t have Greg behind the wheel. I returned to reality when a very nice smiling stranger cordially asked me if I would like a ride. Chocolate was forgotten in my embarrassment as I scurried back to our grubby smelly tuck where Greg was struggling ( unsuccessfully) not to laugh hysterically….along with the departing waving stranger and everyone in the car park. DOH!!!!
Baby turkeys continue to hatch in the incubator. The oldest little heritage turkey is already getting wing feathers and attempting to fly, the youngest, hatched last night is fluffing up in the warming box. Momma turkey still donates an egg a day and must wonder where her big brown speckled offerings disappear to.
Greg just reported in with an update from the ranch. Turkeys hatching and hatched all fine, no incidents with the livestock and big brother John (still minus silly hat) has been despatched to mow the orchard. Alls’well.
I’ve got to go. Even on a good day I only have two fingers for typing, today I have only my left hand and I am very far from ambidextrous!!!
Take care, keep safe, M
I think maybe I was having a blonde moment on a visit to our Cenex feed store at the weekend. Maybe it was shock that I purchased a chocolate bar to benefit the local scout group, had a guilt attack ( my nutritionist has put me on a very low carbohydrate diet !!! that’s almost as bad as denying me a big juicy steak) and donated it back to the very ardent badge bedecked boy scout touting a pyramid of chocolate bars. I could have inhaled that chocolate bar with all it’s sugar and bad stuff, I could have been in a happy sugar saturated heaven…. but I gave it away…and I SO regretted my self control!!!! Still fighting not to go and grab it back I wandered aimlessly out to our truck… actually I passed our truck….apparently ignored Greg’s calls and all but climbed into the door of a similar coloured truck. It has to be said the chosen vehicle was MUCH cleaner than our ranch truck, probably didn’t smell of damp dog, animal feed and the manure pile…and definitely didn’t have Greg behind the wheel. I returned to reality when a very nice smiling stranger cordially asked me if I would like a ride. Chocolate was forgotten in my embarrassment as I scurried back to our grubby smelly tuck where Greg was struggling ( unsuccessfully) not to laugh hysterically….along with the departing waving stranger and everyone in the car park. DOH!!!!
Baby turkeys continue to hatch in the incubator. The oldest little heritage turkey is already getting wing feathers and attempting to fly, the youngest, hatched last night is fluffing up in the warming box. Momma turkey still donates an egg a day and must wonder where her big brown speckled offerings disappear to.
Greg just reported in with an update from the ranch. Turkeys hatching and hatched all fine, no incidents with the livestock and big brother John (still minus silly hat) has been despatched to mow the orchard. Alls’well.
I’ve got to go. Even on a good day I only have two fingers for typing, today I have only my left hand and I am very far from ambidextrous!!!
Take care, keep safe, M
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