Oh yes, this is me over the past few days-
Well mostly. My complexion isn`t quite that jade but my temperament has been identical. Seriously. You can ask Mister.
Dear Neptune it has been SO danged hot here I would actually enjoy getting doused with a bucket of cold water! Heck, I wouldn`t care if a certain farm girl with ruby slippers AND her little dog dumped it over my head. I have lived in these mountains for quite a spell and I cannot recall it ever being this hot so early in the summer. The past couple of days we`ve had over a hundred in the shade and the humidity….hell I don`t even want to talk about the humidity.
The goats won`t stick their noses out of the barn, can`t say as I blame them. The birds are wandering around panting and Sir Patrick of Moo stays hidden in the wooded lot of his pasture. As for Feral and her gang we`ve been trying to get done what needs done before eleven in the morning. Yesterday when I woke up at five it was eighty-two degrees. Eighty-two degrees at five in the morning! That is very, very rare up here in the hills. Usually we drop down into the sixties at night but not of late. I honestly don`t know how folks in the big city can stand these kinds of heat waves.
We three intrepid, or idiotic can`t decide which, goatherders have gotten a good chunk of our winter wood in and stacked over Mister`s vacation. And that is really about it. Trust me on this one after the last trip on Thursday no-one wanted mama outside anymore. If there is one thing I`m rather good at its bitching. Again, ask Mister. He will concur readily I`m sure.
We did venture out last night to go see Captain America but that was in an air conditioned car then sitting in a nice cool theater. The movie was a hoot. Being the Marvel comic nerd that I am of course I was thrilled to be seeing characters coming to life that I had only ever read about in my beloved comics. If anyone is looking for a great film to take the kids to see I highly recommend Cap. Although I may be just a bit biased. *Smiles sheepishly*
On another path we finally caught the rassafrassin` beast that`s been killing my ducks. I am now down to one drake thanks to a certain nasty varmint. In a last ditch effort to catch the blighter Mister placed leg-hold traps in the ducks pen. We herded my poor solo drake into his coop and locked him in tightly. Next morning when I let the dogs out I could hear Tinker braying and jogged back to wake Mister up. Right next to the duck coop he had caught a HUGE boar coon. Poor Qhuinn (That`s my drakes name) was huddled into the furthest corner of his coop when I let him out after the duck killer had been eradicated. I had to lure him out with some feed. Now he has to chum around with the geese who seem to tolerate him as long as he isn`t too close.
Darn but losing my birds, and especially my waterfowl, makes me SO mad! I know that the wild animals are only doing what they need to do to survive but still, why my ducks guys? Yeah I know, they`re easy pickings. Just like my buff silky hen Jo-Jo the Second was an easy mark for a red-tail the other day. Of course we can`t do a thing but watch the son-of-a-gun fly off but consabbit, I really liked that little golden Silky hen. That sadly is all part and parcel of having poultry I suppose. *Sighs*
So trying to end this on a more chipper note, I hope it`s been cooler where y`all are! Guess I had best get to the laundry that`s waiting so I`ll be flying off.
Now where did I put my broomstick?