Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Waiting for Helena

Ok we are taking applications for a new farmer the one we have is stove in from bucking hay and the worst part is the hay season is nowhere near finished. If you want to apply send an application. The job description is very hard work very long hours very low pay, the benefits are few and limited, the drawbacks are many and numerous, the qualifications are doesn't panic easily and isn't afraid of goat berries. Slow-moving and dull-witted would be nice. It is what we are used to.

In other news there was no mention made for a long time of Moldy's son Chance. This was because there was fear of jinxing him because this has been the kind of year where every little fly in the ointment seems to turn into big trouble. Anyway when Chance was born he was a spindly little runt and he didn't do very well. From that unpromising starting point he suddenly went downhill fast, getting sicker and sicker and weaker and more lethargic until he hardly had the strength to hold his head up.

Lori took him and put him on two hour bottle feedings all through the night and the farmer gave him two kinds of special medicine and a dose of vitamin B and selenium and gradually gradually gradually he started to get better. And yesterday for the first time ever he ran and skipped like a real baby goat although he weighs about as much as a hamster.

You would never want to say someone is out of the woods. That would be bad luck. And anyway the woods around here are very dark and deep. But he did run and skip and it was a good time for a small miracle like that because everything else was going to hell in a handbasket. In fact if Betsy ever has her kids, the last kids of the season, and one of them is a girl, she is going to be called Helena Handbasket. Even though it is a C Year.

So now that Chance looks like he might be back on the rails we are just waiting for Helena. Come on out, Helena. Your handbasket is ready and waiting.


Ozarks Goat Girl said...

Millie, it sounds to me like you are looking for a Goatfarmer replacement that is pretty much like the Goatfarmer you already have. Sometimes it's best to just stick with the devil you know.

Marigold said...

Oh,I know that GoatFarmer. She'll bounce back. Now then, is it 'stove in' or 'stove up'????

Anonymous said...

"Stove in" is the appropriate description of what the farmer is experiencing. You are thinking of "fed up". Both my mother and grandmother were "stove in" and "fed up" most of their lives. That's how I know. "Stove in" is when you work without air conditioning to prepare an old house for Sunday company in August. "Fed up" is when the dog eats the ham off the table just before the pastor arrives.