Someone discovered the cow bell...I've been at her beck and call for hours! Fetch me this, reheat that, another pillow, I need a massage...my hooves hurt, change the channel, the volumes too low, the volumes too high, get my cell phon charger.
At one point when I said please and thank yous go a long way I think I heard her mumble 'talk to the hoof cause the snouts not listening'!
The nerve!
It might almost be less work tending to a sick man. ;)
Valentine's Day sleigh ride compliments of Foxy, theres no gelding sweeter, more honest, or earnest...except yours of course ;) subjective opinions and truth rarely fall in line. According to Facebook 10 of my friends have the world's cutest baby or smartest kid!
I asked Kim to create a heart in the snow for us all to enjoy, but mostly for the numerous helicopter pilots who several times a day fly slowly and 'lowly' overhead as they prepare to land at Mount Weather, a top secret not top secret neighborhood government compound.
Some whisper there is an underground tunnel from this underground city of sorts all the way to DC?!
Quarter past 6pm and was entranced by the moon while trudging my way through a wellness/water check on 60 or so pigs. Eyes on the ground don't slip was replaced by moon, pretty mysterious magical big bright rising moon.
Working in the winter snow takes longer, but I'll be the first to admit some of that additional time is due to the pauses and pictures of beauty rarely seen and begging to be captured through a cellphone camera lens. I've found the quality of my pictures is secondary to their true and primary purpose, memory joggers. Little slashes in my timeline of life prompting me to recall that moment...my mind fills in the gaps of a crappy cell phone picture with the memory of excitement at the first glimpse of the massive orange moon sprouting up from the mountain. Yelling out to my coworker Scottie to look look, the moon, look! Watering the pigs hearing 'when the moon hits the sky (your eye?) like a big pizza pie thats a moray (however it goes)' belting out of the jolly spirit that is Scottie. I take a second and send him a silly picture text of a moray eel with the text 'when your down by the sea and an eel bites your knee that's a moray' knowing he'd get a good chuckle. Looking skyward again and being shocked the moon was inches over the horizon, it seemed just a moment ago only a glowing orange sliver was visible. A few blinks and buckets of water through the knee deep snow and the moon's all grown up. I know out of the frame is a small porta hut and inside 325C, 306A, 316B and his sister 316D can be found bedding down for the night. My phone dies as I research the use of Draxxin in swine. I stand outside and with no supplemental light read the fold out information off the Draxxin bottle with relative ease. The light of the moon reflecting off the snow illuminates the night and for the second evening in a snowy row experience the evening as if in a prolonged limbo between light and dark that lasts until the clouds rolled in and the snow again began to fall after midnight in the early morning hours.
A little snapshot of what this picture does for me.
