Georgie, is the type of goose that gives all geese a bad name. He hisses, pulls out chicken’s feathers, pinches the dogs, and me! It is unfortunate that he has such an ill temper, because on days like this, he does make me laugh with his playfulness.
The gate to the chicken’s run lets chickens in and keeps Georgie out! The item he is playing with is the scoop I use to dispense the scratch grains… Georgie loves chicken scratch. 😉
Over the weekend Clause was surprised on his way out the back door…
Last weekend, after dark, Bob stepped out the back door to get the dog. His foot hit the second step and kept going. He then pitched right off the left side and landed on a plastic storage bin I hadn’t put away. It’s been sitting there for ages and I just never put it away. Thankfully, the bin broke his fall and he is fine, though perhaps a bit stiff. Poor Bob!
No longer feeling guilty for leaving the bin sit there!
😉
A word to the wise: Never stain or seal fresh lumber that has been pressure treated. Pressure treated lumber is very wet inside and when you seal it, then it stays wet and rots. You must wait at least 4 to 6 months before you seal your wood. OOPS!
THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
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Special thanks to Rochelle for her work in organizing this week’s prompt, and to Rich Voza for the use of his photograph.
Copyright – Rich Voza
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The Choice
Lorna looked at the three doors and panicked.
Then reasoned, white is heaven, red is hell, but where will the other door take me? I always thought God made the judgment and the final decision! She returned her thoughts to the middle door and remembered the passage about those who were neither hot nor cold in their faith. Perhaps that door was theirs?
After a while, she walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and stepped through…
OH! She cried out.
Why the conundrum? He said. All the doors lead here, but none would’ve opened without your faith.
WORDS: 100
For more great takes on this prompt please look HERE!
NOTE: As I wrote my post for Friday Fictioneers my story came easily. It was quite honestly the first place my thoughts went to, when I saw the three doors in the prompt this morning. So please be advised that it is not my intention to preach, but it is the way I think.
On our way to the Mountain Farmlet we crossed over the bridge into Decatur and saw something we never expected to see. I wanted pictures, but we were late because I had forgotten my purse and we had to go back and get it…
I would have just lived without it, but the keys were in it! 😯
On our way home Bob parked along the docks long enough for me to get this.
Place: Decatur Marina, Tennessee River, Alabama
I liked them better in this light anyway. Yes, there are two!
Please click for a better view.
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Life on the Farmlet 