A woman was bringing her son out to visit the animals the other day and I said to her just txt when you are close by and I will meet you in the barn.
“I don’t txt.” she said.
I was suddenly at a loss for words which does not happen often.
“Ever?” I managed.
“Never,” she said. “I am a non-texter”.
I gave her clear directions.
I am going to try again to get off the property today for a few hours of lunch and lazy Christmas shopping. After delivering the eggs. The ducks gave me 21 eggs yesterday – so I will make my quota. No more escapes.
I like txting. They are nice short letters read at ones leisure. I even leave sound messages via txt sometimes- even faster and no pressure.
This is a classic Jude photo.
At last the weather is straightening out for a few days. I am deeply sick of mud now. And we are swimming in it.
Have a great day.
Yesterday when I went out to start my chores I was greeted by a string of giggling ducks wandering down the drive. Not good. They should have been in the barn laying. It was not yet light. And all their nests were empty. Not even one egg. The ducks had escaped before laying their eggs. Read More