not how i'd planned, but the Catch Corner. Another Triangle...
it's too soon. Rescheduled Vet day is the coming Wednesday. But Bill brought the panel, said it was on the truck and he was on his way and as it goes, we hauled it in and i didn't want it, it wasn't the right length but he, as he does, said let's just see how it goes, so we did and it was barely ok and he was happy and trotted off and where does the burden lie here? He is someone who doesn't take no for an answer. Doesn't want to listen to the Why of the no, Doesn't take into consideration that there might be good reason for the no but it takes more than 5 words or less, takes standing and looking and finding words. And he's not into that. So i ended up with a panel that was too short, but that will do, but it was also too high. That would not do. So i got the Big Cutters and cut off the top foot plus something of it, wire by wire...it's cattle panel....steel. I should NOT have done that, it is taxing on my arm, that right shoulder, that nerve or whatever it is that runs up the shoulder into the neck, the muscles of the ribs...all the parts that survived the fence falling on me 2 years ago, but all the parts that fully remember that and that it took over a year to heal as much as it can in a 71 yo body....
and where does the burden lie? This is nothing new. I already knew it when he called asking about bringing the thing by. I didn't stand my ground. I wonder what would have happened if i did? My guess is that he would have just showed up anyway. But i don't know, because i didn't.
Just before this, maybe 15 min. i heard a scream. Sometimes the bucks hurt eachother. Just some. but there will be the sound of it. I went out in my underwear and T shirt, got half way there and they were all standing looking toward me, i chose to decide that whatever it was was over.
went out just now to feed and the lower third of Jack Flash's ear is dangling by a thread. the Tag, one week old yesterday is gone. No blood. He's normal in behavior and appetite....just that
Vet closed. They don't work Friday and weekends.
This says something about WHY i have kept my world here small and closed. I think about that.
I go out every day now late after noon to pull Kochia. In the 20 some years i've been here, there's never been so much as this spring. This part of the house yard is almost finished. But i also saw that the Russian Sage and the Coral Berry have runners that have taken hold. This has never happened before either.
there is a small community of Lamb's Quarters. More nutritious than spinach. I'll give water.
the Left side of the House Yard, looking out. it's Next. Other than the Feather Grass, almost everything green here is Kochia.
This is Next # 4 or 5 maybe. the Outside of the Doe Goat's Middle Yard, where Snowbunny's grave is. This is the farthest out i will go this time, the last time. I will leave all the rest to Travis and Everett. Again. I have never known so much Kochia. There has always been a LOT. Sometimes it made me cry. But this year, it's more.
They call it the Mother of all Bombs. Bombs have no mother. Bombs are made by the Patriarchy.