The goose is history and life goes on around here. I must confess that I was awakened by a strange sound in the night a couple times. I wasn't afraid because the alarm system, the dogs, the moat around the outside and the solid core doors and deadbolts would slow an intruder down enough to give me time to jack a shell into the barrel of my 12 guage. It was just something I had not heard before and I finally decided it was just a cougar and rolled over and went to sleep. No sense poking a stick at something that can eat you, if you know what I mean.
So this morning I let the geese out and then packed my goodies and carried them out to the car to take to Hospice. It was then I noticed a big horse standing in my yard. I thought it was Ito who lives next door and eats all my carrots. I started back to the house to get a carrot, thinking to lure him back to his pasture. Whoops! Ito was in his pen already. I checked to see if his pen was secure and noticed the fence bent down in a couple places and the gate post bent. Rascal was trying to lure Ito away!
So I drove down 2 doors since I already had the car running and would need it to get to town. See out here 2 doors is not 2 doors. It is more like an eighth of a mile by the time you figure my driveway, South Road and then their driveway. Some kid answered the door and I told him his horse was over at my place and went back to my car and as I started for town I seen him picking his way across his driveway barefooted and I knew he was going to have a long day if he didn't get his shoes on his feet. Hell, we have goat heads out here bigger then McDonalds Big Mac. Stickers are not our friends.
So, to the crux of the story, when I got home, the horse was once more behind his fence. This made me remember the time when we first lived here and I planted Tulips out front. I came home one afternoon to find a neighbors cow munching my Tulips. It would have been their first year and as I stood looking down into the bitten off Tulip, I saw the colors they would have been had they not died an early death. Red, Yellow, Orange and damn that cow.
Now this brings me to our lesson for the day which is "Good fences make good neighbors." When Bill and Shirley lived next door, Bill had a bunch of banty chickens. One rooster he prized very highly. I had small part poodle, part something else named Sysnyck. Sysnyck went over and brought the rooster to our yard to play with it. Things got a little out of hand and Kenneth ended up beating the dog with the dead rooster to which Bill said, "The dog did not kill my rooster, you did!" Things were tense, but if Bill had built a better fence my dog would not have been able to drag his rooster over here. Right.
Clifford and Jacque moved in after they left and they had lots of dogs. Cliff let his dogs run out back and one of my ducks managed to fly over the fence and right into the mouth of one of the dogs. He should have built a higher fence. Right?
The ducks were crawling through a hole in the fence and going up and playing in the ditch and upsetting Mr. Keys, so I had to re fence the whole place just to keep peace in the neighborhood. That was right after Kenny passed away and the last thing I wanted to deal with at the time., but I know the rule about good fences and good neighbors.
So this morning I let the geese out and then packed my goodies and carried them out to the car to take to Hospice. It was then I noticed a big horse standing in my yard. I thought it was Ito who lives next door and eats all my carrots. I started back to the house to get a carrot, thinking to lure him back to his pasture. Whoops! Ito was in his pen already. I checked to see if his pen was secure and noticed the fence bent down in a couple places and the gate post bent. Rascal was trying to lure Ito away!
So I drove down 2 doors since I already had the car running and would need it to get to town. See out here 2 doors is not 2 doors. It is more like an eighth of a mile by the time you figure my driveway, South Road and then their driveway. Some kid answered the door and I told him his horse was over at my place and went back to my car and as I started for town I seen him picking his way across his driveway barefooted and I knew he was going to have a long day if he didn't get his shoes on his feet. Hell, we have goat heads out here bigger then McDonalds Big Mac. Stickers are not our friends.
So, to the crux of the story, when I got home, the horse was once more behind his fence. This made me remember the time when we first lived here and I planted Tulips out front. I came home one afternoon to find a neighbors cow munching my Tulips. It would have been their first year and as I stood looking down into the bitten off Tulip, I saw the colors they would have been had they not died an early death. Red, Yellow, Orange and damn that cow.
Now this brings me to our lesson for the day which is "Good fences make good neighbors." When Bill and Shirley lived next door, Bill had a bunch of banty chickens. One rooster he prized very highly. I had small part poodle, part something else named Sysnyck. Sysnyck went over and brought the rooster to our yard to play with it. Things got a little out of hand and Kenneth ended up beating the dog with the dead rooster to which Bill said, "The dog did not kill my rooster, you did!" Things were tense, but if Bill had built a better fence my dog would not have been able to drag his rooster over here. Right.
Clifford and Jacque moved in after they left and they had lots of dogs. Cliff let his dogs run out back and one of my ducks managed to fly over the fence and right into the mouth of one of the dogs. He should have built a higher fence. Right?
The ducks were crawling through a hole in the fence and going up and playing in the ditch and upsetting Mr. Keys, so I had to re fence the whole place just to keep peace in the neighborhood. That was right after Kenny passed away and the last thing I wanted to deal with at the time., but I know the rule about good fences and good neighbors.
The tomatoes are canned and cooling on the counter. I visited 3 clients today and hopefully brightened their day. I took a walk earlier and walked up the ditch bank a little further then I thought and almost go stuck out in the dark, but now I am home, the dishwasher is running, the dogs have fresh water and hopefully all the fences are going to stay up and all the gates stay closed and I am going to sleep like a log. Until next time....
Keep your powder dry!
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