Mrs. Feller and I came home talking about the fact that Emory’s shoes were apparently stolen. He is now wearing his slippers. A couple of months ago it was his hearing aid that was lost. Jeez.
We turned off of Indiana 9 at the cow pasture where only about five cows were standing up and then passed a field of sheep and lambs. I did not realize it but some sheep have long tails, instead of little bobbed ones. And it was overcast, although the morning had dawned sunny. Yes, you are right; I am at loose ends this evening, wanting to be upbeat and yet a little tired. Feeling like chatting, but more comfortable with sitting and rocking . . . and sipping Diet Coke and Coke. Maybe, maybe a little bag of popcorn.
Now seriously, you have to know that all sheep are born with long tails. It takes a good WHACK to make them short……. they usually dock them when they are little. We had a milk cow once that used to hit my brother on the head every day with her tail. He’d be milking her and she’d swing her tail and purposely thwack him across the head with the end of it. A cow’s tail can be quite the weapon. One day he’d had enough, got up and meant to just chop the long hairs off the end of her tail, he missed and got the last inch of bone…. she got him back though…. she still swung her tail and thwacked him… only the end of her bobbed tail would solidly connect with his skull. I think she drew blood once. Served him right.
Sorry I doubted you. I live with the masters of sarcasm here and often mistake seriousness for jest. Sheesh, you’d think I’d learn after a few years.
And I had to laugh at the plucking…. my daughter was mocking me the other day as I checked my chin…. I showed her your post. She says there is no hope for her. I had to agree with her on this one.