Ollie-Ollie-Alls-for-Free (or oxen free)

So this morning I go to let the geese out of the barn and there are only two in the nest!  Polly and the little girl.  Where’s that little boy gotten off too?  I search the barn calling out for him and I hear a weak little peep, peep, peep – peep, peep, peep…

I look everywhere and I can hear him faintly, but cannot see him!

Finally, I  find him.  He had escaped his corral and gotten himself wedged UP-SIDE-DOWN between the wall and a pallet laying on the ground.  His little flappy feet are kicking back and forth uselessly in time to his little peeping sounds.  I scoop him up, turn him right side up, and carry him out to fresh grass and water.

When I put him down he tries to stand, totters and falls back down.  I think he must have been upside-down for a very long while.  Poor Baby!  Those flappy feet “went to sleep without him!”  Later that day all is well and he is happily following along with Polly and the baby girl again.


“My feet went to sleep without me!”  What I used to say when very young and suffering from that nasty pins and needles feeling.

After the storm

We had a terrific storm pass through yesterday.  It threatened tornadoes, blew down trees and billboards, dropped penny and quarter sized hail in places, and all the while it thundered and threw lightning bolts that shook the house…

Meanwhile, Bob was driving home in all this mess, and right here on the Farmlet we mostly got the rain and lightning show.   Although, a huge wind blew in at the beginning of the storm.  I watched helplessly as it  pushed a robin off the roof and past my window like paper (the bird was OK) and downed several branches from the trees… but we’re OK too!

This morning, as always, the sun came up and things are pretty much back to normal.

Oh, and I almost forgot!

Dick, the little pony out back, thinks it’s a fine mornin’ too!

Have a Blessed day!

Good Boy!

We went to bed last night knowing there was a fresh dusting of snow on the ground.  And so it was that when I woke up this morning to the little dog’s whining and sniffing at my face to go out, that I found my self annoyed and not wanting to get up.  Laying there all wrapped in my cocoon of flannel sheets and extra blankets I simply did not want to face the icy chill I knew was waiting for me.

But, the little dog was not taking no for an answer this morning.  I grudgingly forced myself out of my comfort zone, and instead of letting the poor little dog out I thought,  I’ll just let him out of the room and he’ll go find Bob.  Bob will let him out! So I opened the bedroom door, and hearing those little tappy toes prancing down the long hall looking for Bob and the express pass to the outside for relief…

I closed the door and crawled back into my cocoon.  Aaaah…

Just on the verge of sleep again I hear the little dog!  BARKING!  I snuggle down deeper into the warmth of my covers.


What the…!!!

I hop up to find the little dog sitting at the mud room door and barking at it.  Apparently Bob was indisposed and little dog really wanted out!  I feel bad now.  Quickly I put on his little red jacket with the imitation fleece lining and send him out the door.

I’m up now.

Donning my robe and slippers I find my way to the kitchen, pour coffee, and then return to the mudroom to let the little Pupcicle in.  Taking off his coat and wiping the snow off of his pads I tell him,

“Good Boy Tucker!”

Later this morning…

There is some irony here don’t you think?