Neighbors being neighbors: Cattleman for the weekend
There are things we do because they are the right thing to do. This week, I have two examples.
My physical neighbors about a mile down the road have been good to me. I met them the first time I high centered my tractor while bush hogging the front of the property. I drove down the road, and puled in the driveway and asked for help. Without hesitation, they showed up with their tractor, pulled me out. Since then, I’ve appreciated their friendship and help. My daughter’s horse, Jimmeny, lives there.
So naturally, when Virlin stopped by and asked if I would feed his cattle while they were gone, I said yes. Okay, “cattleman” is an exaggeration. This calving season, they were left with 5 orphan cows. Rather than graze with the rest of the herd, they moved into their barn and now roam a small electric fenced pasture until they are older. For the weekend, I’m making sure they have water and letting them share a bucket of sweet feed each evening.
My virtual neighbors (what else do you call friends you know from their blog, but have never met? ideas anyone?) shared some great news about a new home they’ve found. The move means they need to move off their rural land and 17 ducks need new homes. I told them I would gladly take 5: two rouens, and 3 chocolate runners. In jest, they offered one of these:
Crested ducks with the mullet haircut....'don't break my heart, my achey breaky heart...'
and I agreed to take two. Nothing like a duck with a Billy Ray Cyrus mullet that says “business” in the front and “party” in the back.
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