Thursday, March 10, 2011
My Heart Goes
I'd much rather do spring cleaning outside than in, and yesterday I raked a mountain of leaves off just one side of the front walkway. (And I'm feeling it today.) Pushing the pile down the hill to the north slope, I ended up cleaning some dead weeds from under the deck, where years ago I'd planted violets, and found they'd started blooming. Even just one of these sweet-scented flowers will fill a room with perfume. I'd be hard pressed to choose a favorite flower, but violets are certainly high on the list.
Tessie came home late in the afternoon and, as expected, had to run the gauntlet. Even mild-mannered Poppy got into the melee, bashing poor Tess and getting in her licks when she could shoulder past the other girls. Tess must be smarter than the average goat, as she refused to fight back and the herd got bored quickly and peace reigned again. After a month away at camp, she still remembered the nighttime drill and went right into the stall with Nineteen. Maybe he won't whine this morning...maybe.
Going to put the Silkies to bed, Satomi was sitting out in their yard and wouldn't budge. Good nanny that she is, she was protecting one of the adventuresome white chicks who'd jumped the barrier and couldn't get back into the coop. Catching that chick was like chasing a pinball in action. It didn't help that Bessie Anne was on the outside of the pen, racing around and frantic to help herd the baby. This morning I'll grab a shovel and fill in the gaps that allowed that little twerp to hide under the chicken house. We were all relieved when I tucked the chick back in the coop under a hen. I thought I'd taken enough precautions. Obviously not.