Freaky Friday

I had the fourth goat up on the stand yesterday before it dawned on me that, although the mice were present in great numbers and active, I had not yet seen a squirrel in the barn.  Switching milkers, I looked out into the pen where dozens of squirrels usually play tag and hide-and-seek when they're not filling up at the breakfast buffet...not one squirrel anywhere.  On any given day, there will be one or more sentries sitting up on a post, giving that irritating, repetitive chirp.  Yesterday...silence.  It was eerie.  I opened my cell phone to check the time, thinking that I might be running late and missed the breakfast crowd.  The phone was absolutely dead, with a black screen.  One of the first things I do every morning is check to make sure the phone is fully charged...with the prospect of power outages, I can't afford to let the battery get low...and I had checked the phone yesterday and had full bars when I left the house.  I was starting to hear the theme from Twilight Zone.  I didn't see or hear one squirrel all day long, and not one hen went free-ranging (that's strange enough in itself).  I had filled the hummers' feeders in the morning.  They've been going through five or six bottles a day lately.  By evening, only one bottle was half gone; the others were still full.  Where were the hummers.  The goats were all anxious to get into the barn last night.  I don't put much stock in superstitions, but later in the day I realized it was Friday the Thirteenth.  Hmmm.