Deer Me

In answer to the Maka questions, she finally succumbed to the intestinal parasite that she has carried around since before she came to us.  We battled it for two weeks to the day, but it just went too far, too fast, and she never could overcome it. 

Y'all know she was THE dog, and to say she is missed is an understatement. 


So.

On to other news.

Chicksecution took place at The Krew's house a couple of days ago.  We dispatched six roos and a couple of hens.  All went very well, even though i think they were trying to kill me.  Never can tell with the Krew.  They are all so intelligent, and i have seen them perform covert operations with such cunning.

We were out back doing the deed, and all of a sudden, i thought the sky was falling, and the earth was moving.  Actually, it was just a two by four that whacked me in the noggin, and then while i was holding an icepack on the goose egg, my chair tipped backwards into a pile of rubbish that included sheet metal and ragged boards.  I knew the piano was still in the living room, but never could get a bead on the anvil, so i decided to get the heck out of Dodge, just in case.

All's well that ends well, as all injuries were minor, and as a bonus for sustaining said injuries, fate allowed a shirt that i really disliked but couldn't justify getting rid of to be terminally damaged, requiring its prompt relocation to the trash bin, sans guilt.

So there is that.
And of course there was fresh chicken for dinner.  That alone makes it all worth while.

Since i am telling stories on myself, i will go ahead and fess up to this one...
Got an email thing going with a dear old friend today.  We hadn't communicated in a couple of months, and she was at her desk at work, so several notes went back and forth.
She was telling me about her kids, and their summer jobs between semesters. 

I  thought she said that her son was hunting deer for Budweiser.  This didn't make much sense, but i thought perhaps there was some corporate land with special dispensations that had been overrun with the vermin.  I wrote back that that sounded like a neat job, and asked if they got to keep the meat, and went on about how much we like venison, but it has been scarce the last couple of years, and so on.

She wrote back, and corrected me, and when i looked back at the conversation, i had a good belly laugh, because her son is actually hauling beer.

Not a bad job, either.
Guess that speaks to the state of mind, and the 50 year old brain cells.
Glad i could give her a giggle. 
This Laugh's for you!

That one is going into the memory banks alongside the one about a friend of the family who couldn't believe what television was coming to when the nature show said something about deer running up the hill f*rting and p*ssing, and his wife asked what the devil he was talking about, coz the narrator said the deer were barking and hissing.

In other news, i believe i erroneously reported the demise of a Bab.  I did embroider the story a bit and say something about Ellie taking care of the funeral arrangements, when in fact we never had possession of a body*.  Two different neighbors and Jethro saw the dog with a duck in it's jaws.  But after a Bill count, all the Bob's and Bab's are present and accounted for.  Musta been a wood duck or something.

*Please forgive the slight embellishment of the truth...call it poetic license, if you will.  You KNOW it was way more fun to read an obituary rather than "The duck is dead."

In goat news, HRH Gidget is finally starting to meld into the herd.  Have never seen such a princess.

This year's kid crop--HRH Gidget, Persy, and Peaches

Persy was being a bad little buckling, so we had to band his little persimmons.  He thought he was dieing, and would take two steps then lay down.  At browse time, he made it out the gate, and then passed out on top of the compost pile, where he remained for the better part of the afternoon.

Persy has since recovered, and now claims the feed trough as his dominion.

The ducks were fowling the water buckets (pun intended) so Jed installed some really groovy waterers for us.

The fence was the only option for installation in the doe yard, and when it rattles, it drips. Initially, we put down boards, becoz the girlz don't like to get their feet wet, but then solved the problem with a pan to catch the drips for the baby chicks. 

Speaking of which, Mama Hen's second brood is about ready to go out on their own.
This pic is from about two weeks ago, but i never got around to sharing it.

Pearl lost her chick to the heat, and is now flying solo, without Earl.
Banty is a very protective mother, and keeps her 6 in tow.

This afternoon, Ellie May was out doing her thing, and noted an unnamed leghorn with a chick, and kept hearing peeps coming from a storage barn.  It took perseverance, but she finally found the chicks...four of them...in some stored canning jars.  **foreshadowing**  They have been moved into the brooder house, and seem to be adjusting nicely to the new quarters.

A couple of days ago, Jethro and a neighbor boy were tossing a ball while the bucks were out.  Moon got in the middle of them and kept his eye on the ball, head turning back and forth, back and forth.  At one point, the boys dropped the ball, and Moon picked it up, and started to run off with it.
I keep telling y'all these goats are like big ol' dogs!

That's about all i got for today.  Catch up with ya later.