"Eddie grab your shotgun!"

What a way to wakeup your husband. Even better, uh, we don't have a shotgun. Well we do somewhere, locked up in a box, but I think it would take an entire afternoon to find it and then there's the matter of not having any shells. I know the question your asking though, did Eddie act like a man who knows his wife is scared out of her wits as she runs headlong out of the house in her nightgown to face untold dangers?

Not so much.

I came back into the house breathless and he was laying on the couch where he responded with, "What in the world are you doing?" Yep, that's my man. LOL

I was washing dishes at the sink when I saw a beautiful silver/gray fox stroll buy heading into the pile of chickens that had just come out of the coop for breakfast. I hollered at Jack (the crackerjack watchdog we have installed here on the farm as I ran through the garage and making as much noise as I could along the way.... you know, expecting to see Eddie running after me at any second carrying the non-existent shotgun. The fox headed around the goat pen towards the pond and then our through our west pasture to who knows where. Jack was on his heels though. I'm he's wondering if the fox would like to play. Jack plays with all the animals here, including baby chicks and kittens. Sigh. I sort of wished for Skittles and M&M at the moment as they were proficient at killing predators and I've seen them tackle a several coyotes several times. Unfortunately they killed everything including kittens and chickens.

It was interesting to me that not a single animal made a sound as I ran out there though. I could hear Jack panting clear on the other side of the barn. All the goats huddled in a tight ball right in the center of their pen and I couldn't find a chicken to save my life. Y'all know that goats go crazy when they see their feeder first thing in the morning and it sounds like a nursery full of screaming babies until they get their grain. The roosters are after the hens for some morning delight (well, except for the gay one) and the cow is moo-ing at me to pet her. Not this morning. It was deadly quiet. I walked quitely around the barns and watched Jack race through the pastures to all edges of our property picking up scent and then losing it. As I was heading back to the house I noticed a few hens fly down from trees and the roosters came out from under the old well house. The goats still never uttered a sound.

And no, Ed never showed up to rescue me from the jaws of danger. LOL


I took some pics yesterday. Can you see Fifteen on the left and that belly of her's? I keep thinking any day now she'll go into labor.












Here's Moo getting her treat of leftover milo brought in from the field. I tried to get her two seconds earlier jumping up and down and shaking her head left to right but couldn't quite capture it.





These are the three separate woodpiles that I've stacked. One is seasoned hedge with kindling, then seasoned other woods, then fresh wood. It doesn't really look like much but you can see through the trees the pile that's ready that I haven't brought over yet. When you add the pile of hedge fenceposts that's dry but only needs sliced with a chop saw, we're in pretty good shape.








And here's me. I'm trying to figure out how to get this up on the sidebar like I've seen other blogs. The most interesting thing about this is the new feature called "cartooning" on my editor. I had no idea what it was so I clicked it and look what happened!







I think I like the cartoon better! LOL