Let It Snow

“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ― Winston S. Churchill

“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.” ― Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

 geese                         Tasha              DSC_0764

For those of you who don’t know, hubby and I have a micro farm in the (sort of) middle of Texas. We have wanted this for all our married life and now that it is just the two of us, we decided it was time. We live in a log house that was built in 1913 and that had been in my family for many years. We have goats, geese, ducks, chickens and rabbits. We felt the need for an LGD – large guard dog. Thus the addition of a Great Pyrenees puppy, Tasha Yar (yes, we are Star Trek fans.) into our family. Presently she is 7 months old and seventy-seven pounds. She is about 30” at the shoulders and is about 38” from nose to the base of the tail. Her tail is approx. 18” long right now. So, yes, she is big and will get bigger. She is not allowed to be with the stock full time as she still feels chasing chickens is great fun. She is rigorously monitored when with the stock so as to discourage bad habits.

Our daily schedule is the same seven days a week, 365 days a year. I find comfort in the sameness. Morning and evening feedings are the same. The animals seem to appreciate the schedule and even anticipate what is going to happen next. However, you, as the provider for them, do not have vacations or days off unless it is only one of you at a time. We do schedule time away that includes feed runs to town, grocery shopping, things that can be started and completed in three hours or so. However, for the most part the animals and their upkeep are in charge of our days: repairs to the barn, repairs to the fences, milking of the goats, gathering the eggs, etc.

So, on this particular evening we had a good night feeding. Everyone (goats, geese, ducks and chicken) came in from the field when called with no problems. They all went into their pens, just perfectly. There was no fighting over who would go first or eat first or drink first. They were all in a calm mood when closed up for the night. Tasha, as usual, went out for her last run and she inspected all the fence line and corners. She loves to run and it gets rid of her excess energy for the night. She returned when called and quietly waited to go back into the house.

I should have known. Everything went too smoothly in putting the animals up for the night. I let Tasha, our 7 mo. old G.P., in the house for 15 min. By herself. This is what I found when I came into the house.

   feather pillow diedThis is what was left of my feather bed pillow.feather pillow snow

It took hubby 20 plus minutes to pick up “the snow” with the vac. I was picking up items that had been dragged into other rooms.  I guess she felt that the pillow was somehow a threat to us and she was protecting us. She was guardian of all that might hurt us and she was so very proud of herself. She didn’t understand why I was upset with her. I thought the worsed was her teething. I was so very wrong.

About eve culley

Children's Author, micro-farmer in the great state of Texas
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