Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Good, The Bad, and The Beautiful
The day progressed to warm up to almost comfortable. Camille and her dog Honey came over and we made a quick trip to the feed store; her truck was on the fritz. Honey called shotgun, and was disappointed that she was relegated to the back seat. After we dropped a couple of bales of orchard grass at Camille's place for Shadow, the mini-donkey, they came back so Honey and Bessie Anne could have a play date. After a few rounds of "Chase Me," Bess preferred to sit in the kitchen and listen to the grownups and Honey picked through the toy basket for anything left with a squeaker, which she pulled out and dispiritedly chomped. "Weekie, weekie, weekie," punctuated our conversation.
The ground thawed enough during the day that I was able to scrape away enough dirt to open the gate to the chicken pen without a battle. In the morning, I hadn't been able to squeeze in with the bucket to give the little girls a slurp of milk to start their day.
It's about thirty-four degrees this morning. I think it's going to be a beautiful day.