There are times when working on the farm could be considered a spiritual vocation.....and there are times when, quite clearly Heaven and Earth are NOT synchronized. Yesterday was appointed the day that we reconstructed the perimeter fence that was (disturbingly) the scene of Ky an chestnut filly Fiona's great escape escapade. Greg "helpfully" suggested I take my rubber boots ( "wellies" to my English friends)....with an encouraging Greg urging me on, I hesitatingly stepped into the murky depths of the ranch pond. Apprehensively I watched a potential "Jaws" rising to snap vociferously on a wave of crane flies that had foolishly hesitated in flight. The circles of disturbed water spread over the mirror glass surface as my feet squelched in the gluey mud that sucked my boots deeper into the murky depths of the disturbed pond. "I need you further out " I vaguely recall as the muddy water crept ever closer to the top of my ( just discovered) not so waterproof, waterproof boots. I am famously not inclined to surrender when faced with a challenge....but, as 70 years of deconstructed cow poo, rotting wood and decaying fish corpses bubbled around the rim of my boots...enough was REALLY enough !!! I clearly DON'T walk on water....and the waters DID NOT part for me to make my way to the designated post, rising out of the depths and just out of reach. Disparagingly, I resigned myself to failure and returned to the bank of the pond with my rubber boots springing water spouts and my sodden socks infused with a mixture of mud and a century of poo. Today Greg returned to the scene of my defeat armed with.......hip waders !!! Way to go GREG......what a great idea.....just how deep is the pond ? The field is now (hopefully) Ky and Fiona proof, Alcatraz and San Quentin combined....should one quizzical soft equine muzzle come within six inches of that electrically charged fence, those two escapees will be instantly notified of our zero tolerance for dis respecters of our fence line.
Bran the Border collie is, it has to be said, at the least.......over excited. In truth, even on a good day, Bran the border collie is wildly over enthused by the chase. Poor Barney the big woolly Oxford ram has an appendage that clearly incites Bran to "follow with intent"...until the well endowed ram challenges his chase. Bran sees no shame in acknowledging defeat and hastily backs, tail tucked firmly between his legs out of the field. Misty Moo the gentle Jersey cow is apparently not impressed by Bran's aggression and, spotting me watching from the fence line, Misty wandered, udder swinging, over to check out my pocket for edible tit bits. Bran the black and white Border Collie, reluctantly forced to stay in situ by my feet, had to tolerate a big dewy Misty nose curiously investigating him from head to stoically motionless tail. Bran was less than impressed by Misty's impromptu visit, clearly, this REALLY shouldn't happen to a dog !
Just been informed that I'm almost out of time. Bran and Luke are both ready and waiting to go out and water a tree or three, the cuckoo clock is ticking and Greg is yawning on cue. Must be bed time. Take care, keep safe, M
Bran the Border collie is, it has to be said, at the least.......over excited. In truth, even on a good day, Bran the border collie is wildly over enthused by the chase. Poor Barney the big woolly Oxford ram has an appendage that clearly incites Bran to "follow with intent"...until the well endowed ram challenges his chase. Bran sees no shame in acknowledging defeat and hastily backs, tail tucked firmly between his legs out of the field. Misty Moo the gentle Jersey cow is apparently not impressed by Bran's aggression and, spotting me watching from the fence line, Misty wandered, udder swinging, over to check out my pocket for edible tit bits. Bran the black and white Border Collie, reluctantly forced to stay in situ by my feet, had to tolerate a big dewy Misty nose curiously investigating him from head to stoically motionless tail. Bran was less than impressed by Misty's impromptu visit, clearly, this REALLY shouldn't happen to a dog !
Just been informed that I'm almost out of time. Bran and Luke are both ready and waiting to go out and water a tree or three, the cuckoo clock is ticking and Greg is yawning on cue. Must be bed time. Take care, keep safe, M
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