Saturday, July 16, 2011

Bloody Murder

Well today some people came and got Duchess, Betty's daughter. She is going to live in the north of France. Or maybe Granite Falls? Someplace like that. Anyway Duchess didn't seem to mind much because they had alfalfa in their car and she couldn't cry while she was eating so the mother and child separation was a little muted to say the least.

Bye mom, luv ya, I'll email you some alfalfa from France if I don't forget. Or Granite Falls?

But there was nothing muted with Percy, he got stuck one pasture over from his mother and screamed bloody murder after going seventeen minutes without milk. Meanwhile Jimmy was swelling up like a beach ball with the milk Percy had not drunk and pretty soon she was crying bloody murder too. Then with all the bloody murder Lucy realized her son Baxter had gone off accidentally with Percy, just following the wrong trenchcoat in the crowd, not through any intention of malfeasance. And so she started in with the bloody murder and when Baxter heard his mother screaming bloody murder one pasture away he took a good long look around him and said, 'wait a minute, these people aren't my mother," and he started in crying bloody murder.

That's what kind of day it was which the farmer knew would happen this morning after listening to the weather lady on the newscast say that today there would be "the threat of partial clearing."

That is the kind of summer we are having. A summer where a weather lady can say with a straight face, "This afternoon there is a threat of partial clearing."

Don't worry, the threat did not materialize. Just the rain. And the bloody murder.


Terry Golson said...

If we lived where you live (the North of France?) we would starve. We. Do. Not. Get. Wet. Goat rules.
--Pip and Caper

Marigold said...

Bloody murder. Call Poirot! Or Miss Marple! Just remember, 40 of the rest of the states are going to be 90 degrees or above this week. That would be something to cry bloody murder about!

FarmerKristi said...

Yes, it's dry and crunchy here in Missouri. But the girls are taking it in stride. So far, they've bashed in a rabbit pen to get to the fan, broken the automatic waterer (presumably it wasn't watering fast enough) and caused a great stir among the guard llamas because of their insistence upon sleeping outside.

But, we're taking it in stride. After all, they're decended from Africa and it's hot there. At least there aren't lions in Missouri. Little do they know that if the heat doesn't lift soon, they will be subjected to a demoralizing full-body shave.

Willow Fen Farm Goats said...

Shhh! Don't tell the goats, but we're going to have some bloody murder screaming going on here this week, too.
The Willow Fen Farm Goatherd

Millie said...

It was a tragic weekend here with some of our kids leaving. Everyone handled it well except the human who bawled her eyes out.

Yang said...

115 degrees (before the heat index) every day for a month. Not enough rain to measure in 3 months, and not enough to say so for 3 months before that. I'm beginning feel as though I'm being trained to live in the Sahara. Do they have raisins in the Sahara?

Anonymous said...

Well, Baby Belle, I am so relieved that you did not get separated and have to cry bloody murder, too!