Evening. Time to do the chores. Feet propped up on the fender of the stove, Ender's Exile has sucked me in. Five more minutes then I'll go.
Now it's dark. All the animals are restive. Pony (still unnamed. Please vote!) came to the barn at a trot, dragging me along. (We spent an hour with her today, inspired by the post at Sallygardens, but she is starting to think she is the boss. Another project...) May, our wonderful Dexter cow, came along nicely. Then the goats. All but Blots ran straight to the barn. Blots veered off towards Egypt. I closed the gate and went after her. A few minutes later (and a few choice words) and she was on her way back to the barn. I opened the gate to push Blots in and May bolted. I'm brave, but 650 lbs of crazy cow make me step aside. Blots went in and May went out. Words were said. The neighbors were walking up the lane from an evening of deer hunting. They called out their offer of help. "The next thing that moves is DEAD!!" I replied. Quietly, they went on their way. Eventually May was captured and led back to the barn. I was reminded that I may think I am in charge, but my herd can change that at any time.
If I had started five minutes earlier while it was light things would have been much different. I suppose I can blame it on a really engaging book.
This post was supposed to be about chickens. It was to be followed by a post about rabbits. They are coming soon.