Okay, so, there I was this morning with my Nubian cup filled with nice hot coffee and topped with a dollop of fresh goat milk wishing I had something to write about for the blog.
The weather has settled down nicely so aside from it being absolutely glorious out that topic was done. Over the four day holiday weekend we got all the boy goats moved into another pasture and coop so nothing exciting on that front. Milking is going well and the girls took to the stand like the old troopers they are, so again, blah. I mulled and I sipped. There is a book review to do but I`d rather do that on the weekend when the house is full since those don`t seem to require as much attention as the fiction tales do. I contemplated doing the edits to my book-in-progress, taking the comments and suggestions from last night`s writers group and reworking a few things but Meh, didn`t want to do that either.
So there I sat cup in hand with nothing to write. Life has been very serene the past few days apparently. So giving it up for a lost cause I got Miss down to the bus for her next to last day of school and got around to go to town. There I was tootling along down Route 287 singing along with Queen (Thank the Gods not one Billy Joel song was played this morning!) and enjoying a lively rendition of Fat Bottom Girls when out from a field scuttled a woodchuck. He didn`t stop to look for traffic coming or even have his running shoes on, he just rumpled his big fat rump into the lane and Feral ran over him.
There was not a thing I could do to stop it. I was clocking along at fifty-five which is the speed limit for that stretch of road. I couldn`t slam on the breaks because someone was behind me. I couldn`t swerve because there was a convoy of water trucks ripping past in the opposite lane. All I could do was try to straddle the poor fat bugger. My straddling didn`t straddle and over him both tires went. Ugh.
I felt so bad. I have NEVER run over anything before. I once had a robin fly into the windshield but aside from that I`ve never hit anything. Mister Yodeling on the other hand has plowed into numerous deer and even a bear once. I`m always as careful as I can be going down these dirt roads just because you never know when a deer is going to leap out in front of you. But a woodchuck with a death wish never entered my mind!
I pulled over when I could and stepped from my truck to see if by some weird quirk of fate the woodchuck was alive. What I thought I was going to do with him if he were I haven`t the foggiest! Not like you can walk into the small animal hospital with a woodchuck wrapped in a blanket. Well maybe you can but who would or could afford such a thing for a woodchuck? The woodchuck was not among the living anymore so I slid back into my truck and sat there, feeling just terrible. I had committed vehicular herbivore-slaughter. Egad. Now who would tell us if there were going to be six more weeks of winter? I had just run over one of the natural world’s most famous weather prognosticators! Now we`ll never know how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.*Sighs*
Next time I`ll have to be more specific when I wish for something to write about for my blog I guess.