I’ll get the sad part done right now. We had to put our little feisty and brave Jack Russell down the first of February. In the last two weeks of his life, he developed heart failure and it finally got to be too much to watch and contend with when you knew the outcome. You just know when they say it is time and those eyes told me this was it. Mr. Boo, you are so sorely missed but, you are not suffering now--just your people.
Otherwise, it has been seriously winter up here since before Christmas and anyone that thinks SPRING is eminent is fooling themselves. We still have a foot of styrofoam snow left over from the last big dump and here came another foot of new stuff. The mules are frustrated and bored and either wet with snow all over their backs or being pelted with cold rain. Oh, they HAVE shelter handy but they prefer “enjoying” the experience, I guess.
As for me, I have been “holed-up” in my studio painting and drawing masterpieces to take to Columbia Tennessee Mule Days the first of April. Anyone within striking distance of this grand event better make plans to BE there. April 5-8. And, I did a “Major Piece” for the fancy art show in Wichita Falls, Texas the following weekend and it is a doozy. It is a “funny” take-off of some of the outrageous situations we used to see in our Saturday movies at the Dream Theater in Corydon, Indiana in my lost childhood. Good Times! So, I guess I have been entertaining myself and staying outta trouble and in snow boots.
Taxes are in to the CPA, and the firewood is holding out so, I guess things are OK. No moose in the barn this February--so far. Oh, but you will enjoy this one: It is almost dark and my three mollies are gathered in their favorite corner of the west pasture just minding their own business. I happened to look out the window to check on them when I saw this other four-legged crittur about 50 yards from them slowly creeping up on them.
Lucille, the 17 hand black molly, was closest to the intruder when she noticed it and it had her attention. But, she wasn’t making a "moose alert" and was standing firm with the other two peeking from behind. I studied the “crittur” and deduced it was an ELK, no antlers. Then, I spot two more just like her not far behind and also s-l-o-w-l-y advancing on the three maidens. Another six or nine yards closer, the three mules are still not panicking but, now Lucille has retreated to the back of the line and it is Iris’s turn to be brave. Well, that didn’t last too long and then it was old Cookie’s turn, which barely happened at all. Smart old girl went back to the end of the line and Lucille was “it” once again.
This went on for several more minutes as the elk now numbered seven, and darkness was closing the door on my ability to see what was happening. Last I saw that evening were three cornered mule mollies facing seven elk, with only ten feet between them. I prayed this would all work itself out with my fence in tact and no mules scattered about the neighborhood in the dark.
The Lord does answer prayer. Morning found everyone home and the fence still intact. Wish I could have watched the dramatic ending but, I suspect these two versions of critturs were just mostly curious. No one threatened anyone else and it all passed harmlessly into experience. They do NOT react to MOOSE like that, trust me.
Hugs and Grins,
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