2 years ago
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Meant To Be A Farmer
Yesterday, in the way only a puppy can, Junie B. was tormenting Milly. She never really hurts her but sufficite it to say, when I rescued the poor thing she was pie-eyed and soggy. Since it was so cold, I thought I should dry her off and warm her up a bit before returning her to the yellow hen house. Isn't that what a real farmer would do?
She was exhausted by her ordeal. So I wrapped her in an old towel and held her like a baby. I really miss holding babies.
Once she started to warm up she perked up a bit.
We enjoyed a little light reading. It wasn't The Little Red Hen, but still of that sustainable genre. She began to feel better but her fluffy feathers were still a bit matt-y. Max, my right hand chicken wrangler, and I gave her a bit of a blow out with a cool hair drier on low.
Isn't that what a real farmer would do?
Okay, in my defense I was wearing a flannel shirt.
It had a cute, trendy cut in a funky plaid with pearl snaps. Does that still count?