Sunday

I sat up in bed at 4am. What was that? I thought, storm? that's when my curtains in my bedroom flung in and wind engulfed my room. I jumped out of bed and closed the window. Medium ad Husband were outside in the hammock sleeping. Small had came in a few hours earlier. I hurried into the living room, when the power went out. It flickered and came back on, just as Medium was walking into the house. The rain had yet to begin falling.

One of the local farmers was outside behind the neighbor across the ways house, baling the cut prairie hay at 4 am, before the rain hit. I had noticed that the trunk to our car was wide opened, as was our widows. I grabbed the keys from husband as he stood there groggy, and closed everything up. I ran to double check the gates, to make sure they were secure. And as I walked away 60mh wind slammed against my body. I yelled Are you serious, then cursed as I almost fell to my knees. Pebbles stung my back as the wind whipped them into a frenzy. I carefully made my way to the back of the house and grabbed the tarp to cover the small chickens cage and coop, this was their first time outside over night, and their first storm.

I wasn't sure how to hold the tarp down, luckily the house was giving me cover from the wind. Husband had me grab the boys little red wagon to hold it down. Then we ran inside just as the first of the rain drops fell to the earth. I slumped down into the couch, tired because I had only slept an hour before the tractor or thunder woke me. I watched the flashes of light through the widow. The turkeys stood onto of the older chickens cage, I watched as they stood, breast out, to face the oncoming storm. They lifted their chins nobel as if to say that if they were to die, they would do so stoically.

The storm passed and I went to make sure everything was ok. Then with a dramatic background of cloud to cloud lightning, I sat in the barn with Urth's Umbra. But that is another story.

Felt like sharing

Husband and I slept outside in the hammock last night.

The breeze was enough to keep the mosquitoes out of sight. Ad when that zephyr died it was cool enough, that the bugs stayed in their homes.

Husband and I rocked slowly and starred at the stars.

He says he wants one named after him. I told him I would see what I could do.

I love summer.

The bombardment starts at 630 am (central time)

There is a conspiracy against me my dear readers. Nothing I had ever expected. I must say that I am shocked and intimidated about this new foe. But I must start at the beginning now mustn't I?

The cows are all on freshening, this allows me to sleep in. No more 530am for me, at least not for a few more weeks. The attacks began about a week or so ago. I was sleeping and I heard it, the loud crash, and claws clicking on the floor. Things fell off counter tops, and dog food was flying. I ran from my bedroom, after noticing the time was 630am, and screamed at the invaders to leave.

Everyday it happens now. At exactly 630am. My house is either raided, or the attempt is made. All for dog food.

The turkeys have figured out that they really like dog food and will ransack the house to find it. We sleep with the house open you see, and some nights we forget to put the baby gate up to keep the turkeys out of the house. If we forget, then we are raided. If we remember we hear a lot of complaining and turkeys throwing their bodies against the baby gate. Let us hope that they never figure out that they can fly over it.

I am Batman

Well that was what I told my husband as I walked away from him with a utility belt hanging from my hips.

Saturday was a pleasant day. Husband got off work early to attend horse neighbors going away party. I was surprised that we were the only friends invited, everyone else was family. I hit it off with Horse neighbor's father, just happened to know that he was wearing a wedding shirt. However I said Panamanian,because I have those, his was actually Philippines. Then horse neighbor's brother and I started talking. We seemed to have hit it off, and turns out he lives not too far from the farmstead. Wonderful, now I know someone out there.

Sunday we didn't make it to the farm as usual. Instead we had to pull T-post from the homestead ground to be used at the farmstead. I also discovered Saturday that I have the persuasion of price. I went to buy a roll of fence. Got to the counter, told the lady what I wanted, and then told her I wanted it for a certain price. She gave it to me for that price. When I went to load out, I discovered that I paid $20 less than it was listed for. hhhmmm. . . next time I'll try for $30 less and see what happens.

We made it to the farmstead late in the day Monday. We had to wait and talk to the Sheriff officers before we headed out. There has been an increase in odd behaving people in front of our home as of late. And yesterday was the line in the sand and I called the cops. I don't know what all these people are doing but when they are trespassing and parking and staring I start to get a bit paranoid. I think they are more interested in the neighbor across the ways place, still something needed to be done.

The Sheriff's out here enjoy following Husband around. They have told him it is because he doesn't look like he belongs here. One even claimed to have never seen him in the area before, Husband politely told him that we have lived out here for 10 years. Want to talk profiling, I got plenty of stories about husband

I digress, we made it to the farm and set to work on the fencing. 1320 ft of fencing is now up and finished. I ended up with a humidity triggered migraine. I wasn't pleasant to be around, but I kept working. We stretched the fence, tightening it up, then Husband fitted the utility belt around my hips. Not only was I Batman, but I could kill an attacking cougar with my claw hammer, or so I proclaimed as I marched off into the wilderness, at twilight, to secure the fence to the posts. The grass was chest high, yellow flowers bursting from their tops, and smoke like pollen whisked around me as I pushed my way through. Yes, I think the cows will like it there.

I listened to the fawns bark for their mothers, the bull frogs were out calling to each other, and turkeys could be heard laughing in their gobble gobble way. If it wasn't for the ticks and mosquitoes, twilight would have been wonderful as we finished our work.

Husband and I ate thumb sized mulberries off the trees as we walked by them. The older trees have sweeter fruit we have discovered. The boys gathered a jug full, then ran off to the creek.

Hopefully this weekend we will be able to split the heard, and the adventures at the farmstead shall truly begin.