Wednesday, May 18, 2011
And Yet Again
The rain that pounded the grass flat also beat on the metal roof of the barn. The girls aren't dumb. Normally, they chomp down their cereal as fast as they can, finishing long before I'm done at the other end. Yesterday they dawdled and poked, chewing each mouthful one-hundred times, cleaning up every scattered grain, and licking the bowl. They didn't fool me; they just didn't want to go outside again. I had to get behind a couple and literally push them out the door. I did apologize for I knew just how they felt. Bessie Anne, my faithful, constant companion, came with me as far as the chicken pen and said, "You're on your own, Mom. Good luck with that," and headed right back to wait for me on the porch while I tended the goats. Wuss dog.