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Fern(Mi)    Posted 06-04-2004 at 17:57:20       [Reply]  [No Email]

....the day.
Frieda getting up this morning, finding tootsie rolls on the dining room floor, the fuzzy little manufactories had got to go. Caught, caged and carted the hissy little fur balls down the road. Then when dressing unable to find my shorts my thoughts took me to the fuzzy wuzzies mischief hiding them on me. Clean shorts, what the h3ll,clean t-shit. Dress clean all under. Walking down to the barn something’s crawling down the inside my pant leg. Half way there my last day’s shorts fall out on my instep. What a spectacle this should have made in a big city elevator somewhere? Regardless, time to go, them cats are taking up residency in Roy’s barn whether they like it our not. An uncooperative attitude got them thrown out. Sally in and out, she’s alright. Unable to sit around with a watchful eye to see if her and the calf took to each other, I‘m insisting Clink keep an eye on the both of them. This should keep her busy while I busy myself somewhere else. Not sure what it will be yet. But, seems sure Clipper is all to often ready to help me! Calf’s eager enough taking the bottle. Whether he will take to another cow in front of Frieda remains questionable.
Frieda’s bottle gas has been changed. Supposed to be changed to a pig one of these days. Be free delivery. No more lugging them hundred pound propane bottles around. Getting tire throwing them over the shoulder, ya got to know.
We started a fire this morning trying to rid ourselves of a dead old hemlock tree that had blocked our drive and the road last winter. What I had run through the stove made a hot fire; but imagine it hard upon sooting the chimney flue.
Had to replace some lost wire what got wound around a bull’s leg yesterday. Had I mentioned I cut at that wire twice? Once before breakfast to get him loose so he could eat, before stair job. Again later to keep his health safe, right after finishing my part of the stair job.
That job was a pleasant diversion for the Yorganson brothers. They were a couple of them younger seventy-some year old Norwegian fire fighters from northern Minnesota. They’re a couple tough old geezers still building houses. Just got a little to close to an easy walking stair lay-out. Was glad I could still figure them numbers out. Not that there was any problem to begin with, ho ho!
Anyway, the wire what got wound on 903 hoof had to be replaced in the fence from where it had come. That kept him and his bullish companion busy watching me this morning for a while. Anybody wants to come out and ride him, I’ll be right behind ya, way behind ya.
Haying’s pace picked up a bit this afternoon. Where I couldn’t even keep the hay conditioner continuously going last night in first gear at one and one-half mile per hour, today I moved over that same field in third gear at a cut and crushing speed of three and one-quarter miles per. Figured I had cut about ten acres in four hours. May not be fast, but still making progress over fields so shaded in there own crop they have difficulty drying out. Tractor and conditioner tires carried moister all afternoon. Hopefully somebody will be baling thirteen acres tomorrow afternoon. Eight out back and five down the road. Dislike all this road travel, trying to out guess which field will let me in without a sticky letdown.
Having turned Frieda’s Gas on I had told her she might better light her stove. Having been a spell I suggested she do it from a remote location. Well, getting down on the floor and no gas blasting changes made to curl or change her hair line, she managed to light the pilot with out mishap. Well almost, seems she couldn’t get up. She called and I didn’t exactly hear her, thinking she was raising h3ll with Spook (now kitten less mama cat), I ignored her unintelligible pleas for help. But she made it showing up some ten minutes later a bit teary eyed and appearing no worse for wear forgiving me my lack of help during her moment of need. She figured she had better manage getting herself up should I not be around if this same situation should ever happen again. Of course I apologized a little, telling her, “Notice I had said anything about your near as wide as you are tall and could just have well rolled up on your feet?” And, out of her in turn, “You had better not tell me something like that!” she warned, “Or I shall find a way to get even!”
Dufus upside-down-backward bull calf and his ma were turned out of the barn this morning. The little critter came right back braving the hot wire in the betweens. Dave helping me, we showed the calf out again making it twice. Doing chores this evening found calf had managed to get by me again unnoticed and managed to get himself locked in without his ma. Now I know what was bugging her and her carrying-on’s near noon while I was rewiring the bull pens.
Well with a good day in the lots and fields I think I shall leave this post as it is. Have a good evening everyone. I shall try to do the same here, here, here, hear?

Clod    Posted 06-04-2004 at 18:07:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
I enjoyed that story Fern..Yesterday I did read all the way through so I might have missed one.

~Lenore    Posted 06-04-2004 at 19:47:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
Sometimes I have to read Fern's stories twice to fully appreciate them.
When are you going to share one, Clod?

Clod    Posted 06-04-2004 at 20:06:10       [Reply]  [No Email]
Lenore,,I still dont understand the picture Fern posted..Oh I was so tired I got my two Rons mixed up for a minute. Im going to sleep..LONG DAY HERE Nity pal..>

~Lenore    Posted 06-04-2004 at 20:22:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
Night, shug, hope I sleep better tonight.
That full moon just messes with my sleep!

Clod    Posted 06-05-2004 at 06:20:06       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well hon,, I might just poke my 45 out the window and shoot that ole moon down.If you hear a shot you can be sure you will rest easy tonight.

~Lenore    Posted 06-05-2004 at 07:29:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well, Sir Galahad, thanks for the thought.
I think you need to sight in that 45, you missed
....but it is the thought that counts, right ...*Yawn*

Clod    Posted 06-05-2004 at 18:35:51       [Reply]  [No Email]
No wonder! Somebody knocked my sights off. You want to try shooting my gun?

~Lenore    Posted 06-05-2004 at 20:48:45       [Reply]  [No Email]


Clod    Posted 06-06-2004 at 20:11:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
Just watch out ,,My gun has a hair trigger,

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