01/02/13, 09:19 AM
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Join Date: May 2012
Location: Iowa
Posts: 649
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Just this mornings choring
I walked outside this morning to do chores as normal. The thermometer said 3 degrees, the sun wasn't up yet, the wind silent. Something uncommon in Iowa!
I carefully made my way to the barn, all bundled up, lantern in hand, attempting to avoid the ice patches. Sliding open the barn door, I hear the familiar and heart warming bleating of my goats, munching of hay and the hungry "unk unk" of the pigs. I pull the light string. The first thing I see is a white furry goat face peeking around the corner at me. Not uncommon, but today, that white furry face was in the WRONG pen. A second later, a second white furry face appeared. My two dear Saanens have done it again. This time they've made it to the horse paddock.
My first thought is, "Why can't they just stay where I put them?" Then I realize, they're goats. Isn't every wall, fence, paddock, pen, gate just a challenge? Isn't every place but their place better? Of course it is. I just put all those fences, gates, paddocks, pens, and walls up so those rascals can test their escape artistry skills.
With a sigh, I opened the gate and they both came tumbling into their paddock. The grumpy old mare stood scowling in the corner. Her face saying "keep those scruffy beasts in check!"
Ruby and Pearl dash into their feeding area. A brief thought trickles into my mind. "Why do I have these?" Something inside me, that wasn't my brain, quickly corrected that thought. I don't have THEM. THEY have ME!
With their faces so innocent, their eyes so bright, how could I even try to be angry?
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“If people let the government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as a sorry state as the souls who live under tyranny." ~ Thomas Jefferson.
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