There has been so much bad news this year that it was just decided by the management that there would not be any more until further notice. And if there was bad news it would not be printed or mentioned or referred to until the bad news embargo had passed completely which could take a long time possibly forever since the bad news quota for this year was filled before the end of March.Okay so the announcement came that the second round of hay was being baled and some of the people who were supposed to help suddenly had other plans and impetigo and hyphema and throbbing bunions and several kinds of palsy and surprise birthday parties and so on and the size of the Hay Team dwindled to a very dismal level but was this bad news? NO.
A team of crack hay specialists from Korea flew in to take the place of the indisposed and the fainthearted and also the farmer's pal from Longbranch pitched in out of the blue and the hay practically marched into the barn. The hay trailer did not get stuck halfway up the driveway - that would never happen - and it did not have to be partly unloaded to get it unstuck, and there was no cussing or yelling, that would be unseemly, and after the Hay Team finished stacking The Hay in the hayloft there was enough left over to make a beautiful Hay Nest for Moldy's little son Chance in the back of old Brownie.
There is always a chance that things could have gone a little bit better, but really I don't see how in this particular case.
Yes, the chariot is a-coming. And no, I don't want it to leave me behind.
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Truly! I thank the good Lord that you are back...grumpy is soooo nice to hear again.
NOW: This crisis is melding with all the others past...could I get some of that hay? We are absolutely without hay in the dust bowl that used to be Missouri. Last year we shared with Texas (at ridiculous rates of course) and it seems only fair that you rainy people from the water world should share, too.
Very cute kids (human and goat)The young do wonders. Glad you are healing.
Hay is wonderful news! I do think there should be a bad news embargo here too. Perhaps we could send our dear Mr. Murphy to the moon or somewhere else where goats do not live.
I am so glad to hear there is a crack hay team somewhere in the Universe. I know I had begun to despair that there would be any hay at all that wasn't soggy and moldy. As for Mr. Murphy. Please do send him along to the moon. We have had our fair fill of him here, as, I am sure, have you, and well, he is unfortunately not anymore welcome than any particular politician. You now those ones who keep calling on the phone with their political surveys? Let us get on with the business of eating, drinking and being merry! I likewise vote (now that the hay is in) for starting the New Year now. Why wait?
There have been a lot of Korean athletes on television today from the Olympics, all performing so well. Coincidence? Or could it be that the people of Korea are just amazing at whatever they set their hand to? Yeah for the calvary!
Following suit with your admirable positive attitude, it is NOT too hot here in Missouri at 101 degrees, just mildly sweat inducing enough so that when an occasional breeze or even just a goat sneeze blows upon one's moist skin it is refreshing. Also, the chicken manure that is being spread on the fields across from my farm wafts a strong odor that prohibits me from hanging laundry outside which is something I need to do since my dryer quit, but that is OK as it gave me 20 years of service and how can I complain about that?, and since I can't hang laundry outside there is no point in doing wash at all so I have all this extra free time with which to contemplate the ant trail that is marching across the floor in my kitchen. Probably seeking water, the platoon of ants will soon be monsooned by my mop which should serve as a reminder to us all to be careful what we wish for.
OK. Here goes: (even though I think that you guys are carrying this too far by far). Yes, it is just dandy here in Missouri. Why, just this morning we were milking our little first freshener when the prettiest cloud of fine dust you have ever seen just blew up over the paddock and swept through the milk room covering everything with the softest silt imaginable. It settled in the milk bucket like a gentle cover protecting the contents and causing the lovliest swirl pattern I have ever seen. Then it gently lifted all of us to the top of the barn roof where we all gracefully landed to greet the morning sun. And what a sun! Like a rock star it set the barn timbers creaking and cracking and the barn swaying to the waves of heat that enveloped us. Why, our very blood was actually popping and snapping to that hot toon. Yes, we are just dancing our little hearts out in the Ozarks...nothing like sunshine to lift the spirits. Far be it from me to wish for clouds or rain or anything...nothing dreary here...nothing soggy or wet to get us down. Just lots and lots of over heated dry. (Well, I tried).
An aside: I stayed wide awake for every minute of the Olympics opening night ceremony watching for 70 sheep and TWO goats that the Herron Hill Facebook page alerted us to being included in this event. I recorded the opening. I went back through and looked at it with a fine tooth curry comb. I was impressed with the whole thing though I really didn't get most of it particularly the part with all the hospital beds and "nurses" dancing around but then I'm not the biggest brain in the herd. BUT, there were no sheep. I swear. There were no goats. Not in the pastoral part, not in the industrial part, not in the hospital part or the music in the last 4 decades part. No goats. I feel gyped. Also, just wondering about some of those sports you see only at the Olympics, like the 2-people simultaneous diving. Really? All that time spent making sure your dive is exactly like your friends dive, is that a practical use of time? Instead some of these athletes could have been out helping the Goat Farmer get her hay in, if you know what I mean.
Whew, glad there is some good news! Hopefully the Farmers back is getting better also. Sometimes Goatmom wears a back brace with lacing, in fact two at once.
Ozarks Goat Girl- Holy Carp Mort Pit! A hundred bucks would smell better than what you are dealing with... sorry about that!
Anonymous, I just have to tell you the beautiful mental photo you painted about that cloud of fine dust swirling around on the top of the milk in the bucket has stayed with me for days. You are obviously a poetic writer disguised as a milk maid. I belive this blog is prompting some of us in new directions--you to seeing the beauty in desperate times, me to...well, OK, maybe just you. And Buffybelle, thanks for your comment of support. Update: things are smelling a bit better around here today.
OGG, All the Ozarks is a poem - God's world is something to behold!Love that this blog sees the wonder and joy of all the little things that plague our lives...helps me to "get a grip." Regarding the ants: I am trying to be very specific in my prayers about exactly how much water the Lord should send our way...do not panic.
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