Friday, January 27, 2012
On another note, Joel called and asked, in a very hurt voice, why his name wasn't included in the Poop Lottery. It's funny, because I'd just been wondering about that during Think Time down in the barn. Joel has been tending the pile with his tractor and claiming poop for years. I'm going to have to develop a spread sheet to keep track of who gets what when.
Tree Guy and sons One and Two came out of the mists yesterday and set up down in the pen, ready to do some more cutting on the fallen oak. No sooner had they taken the chainsaws out of the truck than a few raindrops fell. They packed up again and drove off. The rain stopped falling. Drat.
By nightfall, the clouds had crept down the hill and enveloped us in mist and damping all sound. Goats, chickens, cats and dog were all eager to get inside their various shelters with doors shut. Me too.