Saturday, August 20, 2011

Pumped Up


Yesterday there was a big celebration because the well pump went out and the whole thing had to be pulled out of the ground and the pump and all the piping and the check valves and the bleedbacks and every other gold-plated thing on it had to be replaced and it cost the farmer an arm and a leg.

We were all dancing in the streets because just two days before that our ship had come in and it was loaded with alfalfa from Eastern Washington and we all knew good and well that if our ship had come in three days later it would have been cancelled and that money would have gone down the well. But you can't return hay so it is here to stay.

And we were dancing in the streets but trying to be polite about it because there was a somber air about the farm as Welly the well pump was fished up from 175 feet under and laid to rest. Goodbye Welly and thank you for holding on an extra day, and I'm sure the farmer did not mean any of the curses that were raining down on your head or perhaps meant them in a friendly way the same as when Hannah Belle got stuck in the panel gate (the second time, not the first.)

RIP.

4 comments :

Marigold said...

At least Welly wasn't 375 feet down. That would have to cost a lot more alfalfa, wouldn't it? There are always small bright spots. Really small, almost non-existent ones, but bright spots nonetheless.

Millie said...

Sorry for the loss of Welly, but that hay will be nice this winter!

Willow Fen Farm Goats said...

We would chose hay over Welly any day! There is always the pond to get water from...

goatsandhounds said...

Ohhhh... That's NO FUN!!! We've been there.