Friday Night Fun

Well I did it. I finally did it. I finally made it to the blogging world. I've been told for several months now that I needed to start a blog. Could my new found life on the farm be that interesting? Is this really something people would enjoy reading? Well I bit the bullet and created my blog. It has taken me a while to decide on what I was going to blog about. I mean what would people truly be interested in reading. I needed a "blog worthy" moment. Well folks, that time has come! I had an epiphany Friday night that could possibly be described as a "blog worthy" moment.

 Friday nights in the Valley are usually compromised of dinning at the local Coon Dog Inn and some front porch sitting...if time allows. Daniel was headed off to the big city to go see the new Tim Burton movie. I decided that it would be wise for me to stay home and save a few extra brain cells. My Friday night was now going to consist of a trip to the good 'ol Cracker Barrel with Daniel's granny.

With dinner plans set I proceeded to clean stalls and feed horses. All chores were done besides the infamous rounding up of my chicks.You see I am new to this whole chicken business. I never knew how difficult it was to round up two chicks when they dart off in opposite direction leaving you to decide which path to take while trying to keep yourself from getting dizzy and falling over. Horses are a breeze to take care of compared to this chicken chasing business. Now I can easily say I am glad I only have two chicks left considering I started out with three. No, the third chick did not cross the road, Lucy (Granny's sassy little dachshund) assisted in the natural selection process. This third chick, named Sunny, was my favorite chick. One that allowed me to hold it like a baby. Long story short I was showing Sunny off  to Granny like a proud parent showing off their new offspring. I held Sunny until she decided to fly out of my hands....right into Lucy's mouth!! Now that was quite a traumatic experience for me as a new mother. I have had time to grieve over this tragedy and I am now left with a rooster named Blackened and a hen named Poach (all named by my dad).

So anyway, I FINALLY corralled my chicks into their pen and was headed inside for a much needed shower until my phone rings. Granny. Cows have happened to get out of the pasture for about the 50th time this month. The problem with cows getting out is that we live off a very busy road. Loose cows + busy road = NO GOOD! So me being the good farmer's wife that I am, I headed right up to Granny's house to help get cows back in to where they belong. Things were going pretty smoothly until Granny's little Ranger truck decides to die...right in the middle of the road. Just great. Could anything else go wrong?

Two hours later cows are up where they belong and the truck is pushed out of the way.  Did I mention it was just Granny and I left to round up the loose herd of cattle with a dead truck? Needless to say our Cracker Barrel date did not happen. Dairy Queen was now our diner of choice at 9:30 pm. I am on my way to learning how a true farmer's wife does it!