so small. so perfect a representation of its pepperness. a surge of love for this. And then i think.....born to be eaten. O. destined for stir fry. O. and it all becomes more complicated.
We, Jenny, Alyssia, Emrie and I got a brand new pad and wrote a list to be ticked off. Fire Season, 2022. We sprayed WD 40 into the hitch thingys of the Goat Boat and the Horse Trailer. Tried them out. Put the heavy hammer and correct tire irons in place. A tire on the horse trailer is low. noted. The wires for the tail lights of the Goat Boat have been chewed through. Replace. Note. Talkie's crate brought down. Puppie's carrier that i cleaned a while ago put in place. We looked long and long at ideas how to capture Jack Flash....finish his capture pen....and then Nogal....create a new capture pen this year. Make it as easy and efficient as possible. Remembering and Recounting the last evac. How long it took to get Nogal loaded and how little time we had. How the roads were cut off and Alyssia cheated and came in the back way skirting the Sheriff's deputies. In the 20 minutes it takes for Jenny's man to get here from Chico, he could not get through. As we talked, looking out at him in his great forest, he hid. Almost disappeared. When ordinarily he will come to the fence drooling for his tortilla chips, he hid. in a tangle of downed tree trunks...again....almost invisible .....and watched us. It is so amazing how sensitive and psychic Goats are about....INTENTION. Emrie listens to all of this. All the conversation. She is like a sponge. similarly sensitive and psychic.
and then
Sunny Ray. He needs to be set free from his recuperation in the Curry House. No longer needs bandages on his leg, just the fly off stuff, he is restless and CONFINED. There is concern. Part of his forest is a steep slope and his leg isn't what it was. May never be. What to do? and How to do it. reFencing.
a Big Day.
and amidst and between all that, we sort through the world. Ukraine and Buffalo
