What exactly is a country mile? Is it a little like a bakers dozen? Or are there no measurements to a country mile at all.
A country mile sounds slow and gentle. A bit like “mostly” I was thinking this when I looked at front garden thinking about getting out the sprinklers and watering it. By the end of every day I am mostly done.
Out here you can see a storm coming from so far away that you have time to get the clothes in off the line before it hits. The rain was welcome as the gardens were dry and there is no hay on the ground. Next week I will cut the hay.
And no, cows do not lie down when rain is coming. And neither do the leaves on the trees turn upside down, though I have noticed that the maples sometimes droop lower and can show their undersides when it is humid and rainy. And yesterday the humidity skyrocketed just before the storm.
Had to use the “wide” on the wide angle to get this shot for you which has distorted my view somewhat. This is the view from my back door.
And this is the view from the front door.
Poor old Boo is sitting out on the verandah, not allowed inside because he went out to bark at the coyotes in the night and surprised a skunk. So the skunk is safe and Boo is stinky.
He did NOT miss that by a country mile. Today I drive the girls up to the airport and tomorrow I drive back up and collect my next two visitors.
Lady Astor’s milk production has finally dropped back to normal now and is still clean and beautiful so I am taking her to Once A Day milking. She still has Bobby T with her. Fingers crossed. To make sure her udder does not get pushed she is fed no grain at all and is on the good pasture for only half the day. Bobby T gets plenty.
Last night I went out about 10pm to walk about the animals. It is my favourite time out there. Though I love the early mornings too. Last night I was walking across the field to see the cows and heard the swish swish of big feet pulling through the long grass and Aunty Del’s long red head appeared out of the darkness. She is a stunning lead cow, another of the reasons why I brought her back to the home farm, and behind her the others were slowly swinging in. As i turned to walk with the cows up to the barn the calves galloped around and around us like fat humming bees, their tails held high, running as fast as they could, shooting in and out of the darkness like thundering arrows, around and around their mothers and aunties and me until we reached the barn then they shot past us and into the light around the big doorways. We win they laughed as they disappeared like high stepping fillies into the old building. As we caught up, moving at a more sedate pace, we could hear the sleepy grunts of annoyed pigs calling out to the calves to keep it down some people are sleeping don’t you know.
Good morning. It is still raining, so they can spend the day on the concrete under the trees, off the sodden grass.
Poor Boo – he is looking at me through the door. He does not understand why all the doors are closed to him. He can open doors so when this happens he is literally locked out.
Time for me to get busy we have chores to do before we head out to the airport. Boo I will wash when we get home. It is better to leave a skunked do
I hope you have a lovely day.
PS I have decided that from now on instead of eating with family on Memorial Day I will do something that makes me struggle and sweat and feel some hardship. Probably alone. Many of these men and women died alone. I think it would be a more appropriate way to commemorate a soldiers death than a cook-out with lots of tasty food. Little Theo the pea chick died yesterday too. We were all terribly sad. At least he died cupped warm in my hands right up against my belly. I had been able to warm him right up but he died anyway. But he was not alone. I have always said that even a short life has as much value as a long one. Leaving some little treasure behind for our pockets. Some important memory. Some reason. c.