Every morning is the same routine. Get the kids off to school followed by dogs going out to do their morning duty followed by feeding the farm animals. Goats are very much routine oriented animals and if you slip in any way on that routine… you know! They will “maaam” to no end until you smarten up.
On the weekends the kids help with the animals. When I say help, they play with the animals. Kalie likes taking care of the chickens. She likes to cuddle the chickens but the goats want to play so Snowflake will give her a light head butt as if to say, “Um excuse me! I’m here too!” Kalie isn’t too fond of the head butt. Warren just likes to play in the pen and get the animals riled up.
We live on a side road which is where we often go for walks or Warren on his bike and Kalie on her scooter. It’s such a small community and people will stop their car to talk whether they know you or not. Which is nice. Plus it’s a beautiful time of year to take in the color and see what was hiding among the leaves.
Once the frost warnings started I dug up my geranium and potato vine plants, put them in pots to grow in the house for the winter. So far they are happy with my decision. They will not with stand the cold temperatures, it would be a shame to let them wilt and die.
Since we had lost a couple of layers from predators I got three more layers. These road island reds are named Starlight, Marybell and Haley. They stick together and have befriended Big Moe, Martha and Barbra. They definately aren’t very fond of Big Curly, he’s a bit more agressive then Big Moe. He does his rooster dance around the ladies, and he thinks he’s pretty hot stuff. I think the ladies would beg to differ.
It’s such a beautiful time of year. I was going to the feed store the other morning and the cold air with the warmer water made for a mysterious misty picture. I couldn’t help myself, I had to pull over and take a picture.
I decided to get another job, two to three shifts a week, just for something to do. Get me out of the house to socialize with people other then farm animals. So I’ll be working at the local coffee shop. It’s five minutes from home, can work around my husband and kids schedule so it will work out pretty good. Plus it will keep me from going stir crazy this winter. Which if I don’t do something… I just might.
We all need that helping hand from time to time. Life has a way of challenging you when you least expect it. To which you must say, “bring it on”.
I’ve had a lot of ups and downs in my life and the only way I got through them was thinking of how much worse it could be. In turn the situation seemed to be a bit more bareable. Some situations are uncontrollable but one must sit down and think why they are happening. Then may have to seek that helping hand.
The helping hand is there when you need it. We all know the person or persons we can fall back on to help guide use through the tough times. This is usually one maybe two or three people.
I tend to be a bit of a hermit. Meaning I keep to myself, I don’t socialize much and am most happy at home puttering around outside. But as I get older I realize that others have so much to offer and as the old saying goes, “many hands make light work.” So if many hands make light work then coming together as a community will can help each other maybe more so than those one, two or three hands could. Because those hands may not be able to offer to you what you really need.
We all have our own dreams and goals. Mine is to be able to rely more on my own land then a store. But I believe that more people could reach their dreams and goals if they went through life helping others reach their dreams and goals. For if everyone has a piece of pie but all do not put their piece back you will never have a full pie.
Once a year we take a day to give thanks. Thanks for family, friends, good health, clothes on back, a roof over head and so on and so forth. These for sure are proper things to be thankful for.
But we must think of the ones that for one reason or another can not be thankful for any or all of the above. The ones that can only dream, hope and or wish for whatever they are lacking within their lives.
Instead of taking one day to be thankful take everyday to be thankful for you never know what each day will bring.
Enjoy the time spent with family and friends. Ask your children what they are thankful for.
I asked my children and they said “nothing”. I went through the different things they have that others do not and it made Kalie sad. Sad for others that don’t have what we have. Warren started joining in on things to be thankful for, once he understood what I meant.
We by no means live an extravagant life. We have what we need to live day to day. To which we are thankful for.
This may not be a long post but I hope it is a meaningful one. As you wake up every morning remember the light of the day unwraps the darkness of night and presents you with a gift as you open your eyes.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!
Throughout the day when I’m not out with the animals puttering around I’m looking out the patio door to check that all is well. Normally I look out and see the chickens and goats basking in the sun or nibbling and pecking at this or that. I look out yesterday and see two bald boars bounding around the pen, reaking havoc within the corral. Running and bouncing curiously looking at different things and mowing down everything else.
Luckily for me my husband was still home. We go out for a good ole fashion pig wrangle. My husband grabbed a bucket of food and I was already in the corral thinking good Lord how are we going to get these big buggers back in their pen. Also knowing this is my fault because I fed them last and forgot to nail the door shut.
So out comes my husband with the bucket of food, takes it in their pen and Rocky took the bait, in he went. Rooter is much more head strong than Rocky… he wasn’t taking the bait. So now one’s in and one’s out. I have to hold the door closed so Rocky stays in while my husband wrangles Rooter. After a bit of time and a fight Rooter was back in his pen. But Rooter is quite a big pig and had over done himself with his stubbornness. He ended up vomiting and panting uncontrollably. We hosed him down to cool him off. This helped a bit but he was beyond being tuckered out. So I hosed him down a couple more times and within a couple hours, after he had a nap he was back to his pushy self again.
Meanwhile while Rooter was distraught Rocky is wagging his nubby tail happily smacking away at the food he got for being a good pig. He’d check on Rooter, nudge him with his nose, oink and go back to his food. Rooter is the dominate one so he normally pushes his weight when it comes to the food. Rocky thoroughly enjoyed his meal, solo.
Later that night I went to lock everything up. As per usual the goats are standing on the chicken coop waiting for me to come lock them into their room for the night. At this time of day they will not do their loud “mam” but they whisper their “mam” as I’m walking towards them.
Big Curly has proven to Big Moe that he is and always will be the more dominate rooster. So they’ve separated their sleeping quarters. Moe sleeps in the goat pen with Martha and Barbra with Curly sleeps in the chicken coop with the rest of the ladies.
I get the goats and chickens all secured for the night and do my rounds looking for chickens. As I do I check in at the pigs whom normally jump up with a snort. But they were laying side by side sound asleep. Tuckered out from their days events.
Trees dawn their glowing gown,
One by one whirling down,
upon the autumns cooling ground.
The wind whispers in my ears,
through leaves that winter’s near,
frost creeps on leaves, no fear.
Snow begins to fall so light,
The air begins to give a bite,
until it blows with all it’s might.
The cold creeps up beginning to nibble,
blowing as if it’s playing a fiddle,
breaking you down whittle by whittle.
Stronger than wind and cold is might,
for if it wants can bite and bite,
but cozy are we by fire light.
Fall is upon us. The leaves are changing, the nights are starting to get crisp and cool. The air has a cool breeze that blows through the warm sunshine.
Our garden is done for the year and ready for the winter months ahead. The bulbs that can’t withstand the cold temperatures are out of their soil home and drying for safe keeping. The rest are wilting and going into their winter hibernation.
This time of year saddens me with all the vibrant flower colour now gone for the year and the inability of going to the garden to grab a hand full of beans or peas or whatever may strike my fancy.
At the same time it excites me with the beautiful leaves showing their true colour underneath their summer greenery. The gardens all prepped for next year and planning has begun, which I look forward to.
The meat kings are growing nicely and are full feathered. Two of the three laying hens lay an egg per day insisting on laying them in the goats hay trough. We have three more lay hens ordered where we lost two and want to be able to keep our home stocked with our own eggs for baking and cooking.
The girls are getting frisky with the cooler temperatures they play and frolic in their corral. Or happily lay down chewing away in the sunshine.
The pigs are big and bold, loving feeding time and cleaning time wiggling their little tails whenever they see food coming their way or have our company in their pen.
Now comes the time to start winterizing the pens and stocking up on hay. Hay is a hot commodity this year as the prices have increased with stocks low where it was a dry, hot summer most farmers only got one cut off their fields.
Soon the snow will be flying and there won’t only be manure to shovel but snow too. So even though the summer cores are coming to an end the winter cores are soon beginning.
The misses told me she made me a doctors appointment.
I asked her, “What the hell for? I’m fine!”
“You’re cholesterol is still up and it’s time for your prostate exam, you need to get checked out.”
“I’m NOT letting that doctor stick his finger up my arse and feel my anus nuggets! Do you not remember what happened last time? Just as he entered the cavern the one man band got scared and tried to blow the foreign objects out!”
That faithful day came that I had to go. I sat in the waiting room full of people with a scowl on my face. Then I got an idea. If I have to have fingers shoved up my arse I mays well make it worth while to be here.
After a two hour wait they finally called my name. The nurse got me to put on a Johnny shirt and I waited another half an hour in the office then the doctor finally showed his face.
He sat down and looked at my chart and saw what was on the agenda for today.
“Oh wonderful.” he mumbled, then looked up as if he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Well lets get this process started.” he said snapping his gloves on.
I bent over clenching my cheeks for all they were worth.
“I can’t bloody well relax!”
“Well the quicker you relax the quicker this is done.”
So I relax… Your funeral I thought.
Yet again as soon as the rubber met the road the one man band panicked and threw a stink bomb out.
“Told you that I couldn’t relax.”
The doctor continued on coughing as he went.
“Everything feels fine sir.” He said. “But your cholesterol is still high so I’m going to change your dose on your pills. You can get you prescription out from the nurse.” And he started to walk away.
“Hold on there Doc… I’m not done! I want some Viagra.”
“Yes, I want Little Richie to be Fat Alberta for a night!”
The doctor gave me a strange look. I just sat up straighter. He went over my health records.
“Well I don’t see anything in your records that shows you can’t have it. You’re heart seems fairly healthy. I’ll put that prescription with the other one.”
I got dressed smiling from ear to ear. Went and scooped up my prescriptions and away I went.
I put my prescriptions into the pharmacy and went merrily shopping at Walmart. Yes merrily because I was going to go buy some new underwear while I waited.
I find the underwear section and got hunting for the perfect pair. I want something sexy I thought.
“Oh what do my eyes see?” I mumbled. I spotted a leopard print thong. Perfect.
I went to go pay. I proudly set them down on the conveyor belt. The cashier smirked and gave me a weird look.
“What? You’ve never seen an old guy in a thong before?”
“No and I don’t particularly want to.” she replied.
I paid and grabbed my purchase, stuck up my nose and stomped to the pharmacy to get my magic pills.
Once I get home the misses is asking me all about my appointment.
“I told her what happened with the exam.” She thought it was funny, of all the nerve.
Night fall came and she was in her flannel nighty, reading a book in bed. I have a shower, put on some after shave, put on my new thong and take my magic pill.
I come bounding out of the bathroom and stop in a super hero stance. The misses looked over her glasses at me and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Do you like? I bought a thong today.” Pride foaming from me doing a little circle stopping to shake my buns.
“That’s lovely honey but your California Raisins are supposed to be inside the thong.”
I look down to see them swaying like a pendulum just above my knees. I tried to tuck them back in but they just kept falling out. I gave up and strut over to the bed.
“What got into you?” She asked.
“I got me some Viagra today.” As those words came out I stubbed my toe on the edge of the bed. I go down to grab my toe, the pendulum just a swinging, and bang my head on the bed post and fall forward. I lay there knocked out with my kick stand erect underneath me. The next thing I remember is being on my back and someone tapping me on the face. “Sir, wake up, sir?”
My eyes open up and I see a foreign face looking at me. I look down at my crotch.
“Oh my God! Viagra makes you grow two penises!”
“No sir you probably have a bit of double vision. You hit pretty hard. We’re going to take you to the hospital and monitor you over night.”
I close my eyes tight a few times to focus. I then realize the situation that I’m in.
“Why didn’t you put some clothes on me!” I say to the misses. I look down and the raisins are draped over my leg.
“I wasn’t worried about that.” She says.
They wrap me up and take me to the hospital, me grumbling all the way.
I get to the hospital, the misses puts a bag in a locker for me and says goodnight and goes home.
I get up and go to the locker to get some real clothes and get out of this damn Johnny shirt.
I’m so glad to at least have a private room.
I open the locker and grab my bag. Then I hear. “Nice thong.”
I grab the back of my Johnny shirt and whip around.
“I thought this was a God damn private room.”
“Not quite Sir a lady in her 40’s replies.”
I go into the bathroom and get changed. When I come out I don’t even look at the lady. I bee line it straight for the bed. There I have a not so peaceful sleep.