Monday, October 11, 2010
Do A Little Dance
Poppy came to stand at the barn gate while I was preparing the nighttime feed dishes, hoping to mooch a few mouthfuls. She knows I'm a soft touch where she's concerned. She's such an Eeyore kind of girl, plodding stolidly through life. Therefore it was a little alarming when, after getting one handful of grain, she started doing a little rumba or cha-cha with her hind legs and then ran off...a little like seeing Lady Liberty lift her skirts in a Can-Can. Finishing the barn chores, I noted Poppy was once again her placid self. What was that all about?! Later in the day, while doing more weeding, I saw that the fire ants are coming to the surface, and that answered the question. Once a year these red devils open their nests and boil out over the ground. Their bite burns and stings and they hang on with a phenomenal grip. One poor dog of mine came crying with an ant clamped to her nose, so I can easily understand why Poppy, who must have been standing over a nest, danced and ran.