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It just hasn't been Greg's week !

7/5/2012

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Apologies once again for my readers around the world…and down the farm road who are starting to think that the Almost Daily Diary has fallen off the calendar. My excuses are fluid and flowing…I am making full use of my surgeon’s”good to go” pass, (to Greg’s despair !). Once again I am being found up on the hay pile, shovelling poo, de- gunging the chicken coops and poor Charms vacation has been cut short and his evolving corpulant rolls are being rapidly reduced as I can now be found back on the trail and the fat boy is once again becoming accustomed to having his mum aboard. Mom Sikora the finest ranch cook in the West is firmly installed in my kitchen…which means that the former kitchen fairy, (me) is now a barn fairy ….so I’m not getting time to sit down at my computer and write my diary. I’m sorry…but I do try !

She came, she saw and boy..did she conquer ! Quatre set off smiling… with her favourite “boys toy” into Lulu’s field. Grass, blackberry, thistle, foxglove and bulrush head high and thriving in this little quadrant of the ranch were very quickly demolished as Quatra took on the challenge. Our little wilderness was mulched into nothingness as Quatra and her machine relentlessly set their sights on the waving weeds and mowed swathe after swathe….and still she smiled. Thanks Quatra.

Poor Bran, he has been T-boned by the sheep, cow kicked by Molly and the latest indignity…head butted by Song our little kid doeling. The over enthusiastic and ebullient Border collie meant well but Song was clearly in no mood to be dog friendly. Bran’s amiable advances were repeatedly and very forcefully rebuffed, little Song set her little head and, in no uncertain terms advised the dog just who was at the top of this totem pole…and it wasn’t him.

Greg hasn’t had the best of weeks, he has stubbed his toe, bumped his back damaged his heel and just for good measure, Starbuck the big black gelding (without spots) firmly planted his big front hoof…with equally big horse shoe attached onto Greg’s foot and just for good measure GROUND it in. Sadly my swear jar has been rendered redundant of late but it would have prospered !! I would like to say that was where his misfortune ended but it appears Lady Bad luck hasn’t finished with him yet. A misguided elbow found its way to a glass of Greg’s home made wine and faster than yet another profanity could be uttered his keyboard was floating. It can never be said that ingenuity is in short supply here at the ranch, out came the egg incubator and the drowned laptop was put to bed to dry off. I am sorry to say that wasn’t the end of his misfortune…someone inconveniently parked a brand new car in their OWN drive way and even more inconveniently it didn’t move when the big Chevy truck reversed into it. Good job the no blame policy is in force and thankfully the owners were understanding. Poor Greg !!!

I have always been a lover of wild life and our ranch has, over the years hosted and made welcome ( ok, maybe not welcome but tolerated, sort of ???) colonies of Canada Geese who have bred and left, then come back, then bred…..then come back in multiples. Bambi the deer doe was a thing of beauty when she first came to visit. Bambi browsed quietly in the forest, minding her own business, we admired her beauty, she trimmed our copious trees and life was good. Bambi is now “Doris the destructive”, her smorgasbord is my garden, not just the grass, every rose bush, every bedding plant ….everything. Now she has moved on to my vegetable garden and my orchard. Tolerance is such a nice word…but it is getting old and Doris the Destructive has become very unwelcome. Her hoof prints in my newly rototilled garden are violations and my brain is overheating trying to create new ways of persuading her to find pastures ( and someone else’s garden).

Well, time to go, take care, keep safe. M                 
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mum j says
7/6/2012 06:37:50 am

loved the pics, glad you had a good time. ty for visit yesterday hun i enjoyed it. ty for the beer greg, i enjoyed. lol. sorry you have had a bad time. loves 2 all, mum j.

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