It rained hard last night, angry hard at times. The two yaks in the addition (Mossy and Rody) were visited by a few bulls who broke in . . . my error for not latching the latch on the sliding door. By midnight, I couldnt take the thumping, buzzing and stomping of feet so I went out with a flashlight to quell the riot realizing it is one of the more dangerous operations I have to do at times. It is dark out there, getting whacked, danced on, or mistakenly lifted up and hurled through a window is entirely possible while trying to steady a flashlight with my teeth and managing the excited bulls. Especially true when I am sleepy! But it went successfully, it just took a while. Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, YoYo and Annie-Mag were peaceful, happy and relieved in more ways than one if you know what I mean. Prior to going to bed, I sat with them and Annie-Mag was as quiet and gentle as before. She let me scratch her head, rub her belly, steal a few burdocks off her coat and then I hand fed her some new hay. She was a smiling little girl. The rain has made for a real mess, especially right outside the doors . . . all doors. Squishy mud mixed with poop everywhere. I found there to be lots of leaks in that room this storm, none where the yaks lay, more so over by the window and bathroom, a sincere leak has developed above the woodstove where the stovepipe exits the roof. Im gonna have to deal with that sooner rather than later. This morning, even in the rain, YoYo and Annie-Mag when out and I will be able to render cleaning services to the room right after coffee.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 12:12:20 +0000
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